"How much a year, sir?"said the merry cobbler laughing，"I never reckon in that way, living as I do from one day to another；somehow I manage to reach the end of the year；each day brings its meal."
"Well then！How much a day do you earn, my friend?"
"Sometimes more, sometimes less；but the worst of it is, and, without that our earnings would be very tolerable, a number of days occur in the year on which we are forbidden to work；and the curate, moreover, is constantly adding some new saint to the list."