“If that is what thou art after,” said the giant, “thou mayst have a place with me.”

“If it must be, why not? What wages shall I receive?”

“Thou shalt hear what wages thou shalt have. Every year three hundred and sixty-five days, and when it is leap-year, one more into the bargain. Does that suit thee?”

“All right,” replied the tailor, and thought, in his own mind, “a man must cut his coat according to his cloth; I will try to get away as fast as I can.”

On this the giant said to him, “Go, little ragamuffin, and fetch me a jug of water.”

“Had I not better bring the well itself at once, and the spring too?” asked the boaster, and went with the pitcher to the water.