He put a sign in his window and offered to make clothes for gentlemen very, very cheap out of the very, very best materials that would never wear out, and of course when he offered to do _that_ all the fathers, and grandfathers, and uncles, and big brothers went and ordered their suits from him as quick as they could. But after the clothes were made and the fathers, and grandfathers, and uncles, and big brothers had put them on, _then_ they found out, when it was too late, what sort of a person Toobad was, for they had to keep on paying, and paying, and paying for the clothes forever and forever. If they did not the suits they were wearing got tighter and tighter until their breath was almost squeezed out of them. It was no use to try to get the clothes off because they simply would _not_ come off. So you can imagine how cross and miserable all the fathers, and grandfathers, and uncles, and big brothers in Vex were. Now there were lots of little boys in Vex, but the most interesting one was a bright little fellow named Winn, because in _his_ family there happened to be a father, _and_ a grandfather, _and_ an uncle, _and_ a big brother all wearing suits made by Toobad the Tailor, whereas the other boys only had a father, _or_ a grandfather, _or_ an uncle, _or_ a big brother. None of them had all four together, and therefore did not have as much cause to dislike Toobad as Winn had. Of course when Winn's father, and grandfather, and his uncle and his big brother, had paid for their suits _once_ and Toobad had told them they must keep right on paying every week, they said they would _not_. But after the suits had squeezed them once or twice, and after they had tried to get the clothes off and found they could not, they changed their minds. And every Saturday night as soon as they got their salaries they rushed right down to Toobad's shop and paid him, so they would have a comfortable Sunday, which did not please Winn's mother at all because it left very little to buy food with. "Good gracious," she used to say to Winn's father, and grandfather, and uncle, and big brother, "if you keep on giving that tailor half your money, I don't know how I'll get along." "Indeed," said Winn's father, who was very fat, "and if I don't pay it I don't know how _I'll_ get along. I've got to breathe, haven't I?" "Yes," said Winn's grandfather, and his uncle, and his big brother, who were all as fat as his father, "we would much rather breathe than eat." "All right, then," said Winn's mother, "go ahead and breathe but don't blame me if you starve also, for food is so high, I can buy very little with the money you give me."