The Tailor had never been a diligent worker.
With a wife in the house to observe his habits and to scold, he became less so and escaped as often as possible to the city for drink and gambling.
The Tailor's Wife bore three children. With each one she became more of a shrew.
She sold her husband's fine garments, piece by piece, then the furniture, piece by piece, and finally, her earrings. A day came when the family was destitute.
The Tailor's Wife screamed at the Widow, “Your son is a poor excuse for a man! Too lazy to work and too drunk to care! How did I ever get tricked into marrying him?”
The Widow saw only one solution to their misery.