The tailor of Gloucester . th Simpkinrunning before him. The starlings whistled on the chim-ney stacks, and the throstles and robinssang—but they sang their own littlenoises, not the words they had sung inthe night. Alack, said the tailor, I have mytwist; but no more strength—nor time—than will serve to make me onesingle buttonhole; for this is Christ-mas Day in the Morning! The Mayorof Gloucester shall be married by noon y6 The Tailor of Gloucester —and where is his cherry-colouredcoat? He unlocked the door of the littleshop in Westgate Street, and Simpkinran in, like a cat that expects some-
The tailor of Gloucester . th Simpkinrunning before him. The starlings whistled on the chim-ney stacks, and the throstles and robinssang—but they sang their own littlenoises, not the words they had sung inthe night. Alack, said the tailor, I have mytwist; but no more strength—nor time—than will serve to make me onesingle buttonhole; for this is Christ-mas Day in the Morning! The Mayorof Gloucester shall be married by noon y6 The Tailor of Gloucester —and where is his cherry-colouredcoat? He unlocked the door of the littleshop in Westgate Street, and Simpkinran in, like a cat that expects some-thing. But there was no one there! Noteven one little brown mouse! The boards were swept and clean;the little ends of thread and the littlesilk snippets were all tidied away, andgone from off the floor. But upon the table—oh joy! thetailor gave a shout—there, where hehad left plain cuttings of silk—therelay the most beautifullest coat andembroidered satin waistcoat that everwere worn by a Mayor of Gloucester!. 80 The Tailor of Gloucester There were roses and pansies uponthe facings of the coat; and the waist-coat was worked with poppies andcorn-flowers. Everything was finished except justone single cherry-coloured buttonhole,and where that buttonhole was wantingthere was pinned a scrap of paperwith these words—in little teeny weenywriting— NO MORE TWIST. And from then began the luck of theTailor of Gloucester; he grew quitestout, and he grew quite rich. He made the most wonderful waist-coats for all the rich merchants ofGloucester, and for all the fine gentle-men of the country round.
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