both of them had time enough, but little to bite and to break. when they reached a town they went about and paid their respects to the tradesmen, and because the tailor looked so lively and merry, and had such pretty red cheeks, every one gave him work willingly, and when luck was good the master’s daughters gave him a kiss beneath the porch, as well. when he again fell in with the shoemaker, the tailor had always the most in his bundle. the ill-tempered shoemaker made a wry face, and thought, "the greater the rascal the more the luck," but the tailor began to laugh and to sing, and shared all he got with his comrade. if a couple of pence jingled in his pockets, he ordered good cheer, and thumped the table in his joy till the glasses danced, and it was lightly come, lightly go, with him.