“Well, his 125 artillery men to be exact.” I answered , trying to be as modest a possible.
“I'm impressed!” Declared Mrs. Paisley, “you must be the best tailor in all the land if the king requested uniforms from you! And oh, all the gold you'll get!”
“Oh,” I uttered.
I've never felt this way before. This feeling, I can't seem to grasp the word. And then it came to me.
I've never felt so proud before, what a wonderful feeling!
Craving more praise, I reply, “He's just paying me 6 gold for each uniform.”
“Only six gold! Well, six gold could afford six weeks worth of food for me and my family of four!”
“It's nothing,” I remark, knowing full well with that much gold, I basically would never have to work again.
Dusk soon fell when I was midst the 7th uniform, so as an act of celebration, I called for a break and took a stroll to the pub.