He sat down by the hearth and talked to himself about that wonderful coat. The tailor was very tired and beginning to be ill. Then Simpkin again said "Miaw!" and took the groat and the pipkin, and went out into the dark. But do not lose the last penny of the fourpence, Simpkin, or I am undone and worn to a thread-paper, for I have no more twist." And oh, Simpkin, with the last penny of our fourpence buy me one penn'orth of cherry-coloured silk. Take this groat (which is our last fourpence), and, Simpkin, take a china pipkin, buy a penn'orth of bread, a penn'orth of milk, and a penn'orth of sausages. The tailor replied: "Simpkin, we shall make our fortune, but I am worn to a ravelling. "Miaw?" said the cat when the tailor opened the door, "miaw?" Now all day long while the tailor was out at work, Simpkin kept house by himself and he also was fond of the mice, though he gave them no satin for coats!
He lived alone with his cat it was called Simpkin. And although it was not a big house, the tailor was so poor he only rented the kitchen. For behind the wooden wainscots of all the old houses in Gloucester, there are little mouse staircases and secret trap-doors and the mice run from house to house through those long, narrow passages they can run all over the town without going into the streets.īut the tailor came out of his shop and shuffled home through the snow he lived quite near by in College Court, next the doorway to College Green. No one lived there at nights but little brown mice, and they ran in and out without any keys! The tailor came out of his shop at dark, for he did not sleep there at nights he fastened the window and locked the door, and took away the key. And everything was ready to sew together in the morning, all measured and sufficient-except that there was wanting just one single skein of cherry-coloured twisted silk. For the lining of the coat there was fine yellow taffeta, and for the buttonholes of the waistcoat there was cherry-coloured twist. There were twelve pieces for the coat and four pieces for the waistcoat and there were pocket-flaps and cuffs and buttons, all in order.
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.
"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. 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. The tailor worked and worked, and he talked to himself. worsted chenille) for the Mayor of Gloucester.
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