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Title: The Tailor of Gloucester

Author: Beatrix Potter

Release Date: February 2, 2005 [EBook #14868]

Language: English

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THE TAILOR OF

GLOUCESTER

BEATRIX POTTER

Author of "The Tale of Peter Rabbit," etc

"I'LL BE AT CHARGES FOR A LOOKING-GLASS,

AND ENTERTAIN A SCORE OR TWO OF

TAILORS"

Richard III

NEW YORK

FREDERICK WARNE & CO, INC

FREDERICK WARNE & Co.

PRINTED IN THE U.S.A. BY PRINCETON POLYCHROME PRESS

ISBN O 7232 0594 9 (cloth) ISBN O-7232-6227-6 (paper)

12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20(C)

MY DEAR FREDA,

Because you are fond of fairy-tales, and have been ill, I have made you a story all for yourself—a

new one that nobody has read before.

And the queerest thing about it is—that I heard it in Gloucestershire, and that it is true—at least

about the tailor, the waistcoat, and the

"No more twist!"

Christmas, 1901

THE TAILOR OF GLOUCESTER

In the time of swords and periwigs 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.

He sat in the window of a little shop in Westgate Street, cross-legged on a table, from morning till

dark.

All day long while the light lasted he sewed and snippeted, piecing out his satin and pompadour,

and lutestring; stuffs had strange names, and were very expensive in the days of the Tailor of

Gloucester.

But although he sewed fine silk for his neighbours, he himself was very, very poor—a little old man

in spectacles, with a pinched face, old crooked fingers, and a suit of thread-bare clothes.

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.

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—trimmed

with gauze and green worsted chenille—for the Mayor of Gloucester.

The tailor worked and worked, and he talked to himself. He measured the silk, and turned it round

and round, and trimmed it into shape with his shears; the table was all littered with cherry-coloured

snippets.

"No breadth at all, and cut on the cross; it is no breadth at all; tippets for mice and ribbons for

mobs! for mice!" said the Tailor of Gloucester.

When the snow-flakes came down against the small leaded window-panes and shut out the light, the

tailor had done his day's work; all the silk and satin lay cut out upon the table.

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