“Throw them away from you. Have you any learning at all?” said she.
“I have a trifle,” said the poor man.
“Do you think you could do as a clerk in a shop?”
“I think I could do.”
The tailor went and bought a suit of clothes for him. She put them on him. He and the tailor went to the shop.
“Here's a young man I have got for you,” said she.
He hired the young man for a year. The young man came to him and was serving him well. Better was the learning that he had than the shopman's. The tailor was content as they were together. They were the two comrades; nor did he ever recognise the tailor. They were a couple of years in the city. One day the tailor said they were there long enough, and would go home for a while now. He said he would never go home. She said she would, that they would get a place as good as to be there. They got ready and were drawing towards Dublin. The clerk said he would not go near the city. She said she would go. They walked on till they came to the city. There was no going through the street for the clerk. He became sorrowful and troubled. They were walking till they came to the house they used to live in.
