![]() ![]() One bitter cold day near Christmastime the tailor began to make a coat (a coat of cherry- coloured corded silk embroidered with pansies and roses) and a cream- coloured satin waistcoat for the Mayor of Gloucester. He cut his coats without waste according to his embroidered cloth, they were very small ends and snippets that lay about upon the table-"Too narrow breadths for nought-except waistcoats for mice," said the tailor. He sat in the window of a little shop in Westgate Street, cross-legged on a table from morning till dark.Īll day long while the light lasted he sewed and snippetted, piecing out his satin, and pompadour, and lutestring stuffs had strange names, and were very expensive in the days of the Tailor of Gloucester.īut although he sewed fine silk for his neighbours, he himself was very, very poor. In the time of swords and peri wigs and full-skirted coats with flowered lappets-when gentlemen wore ruffles, and gold-laced waistcoats of paduasoy and taffeta-there lived a tailor in Gloucester. ![]()
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