The tailor of
Author of “The Tale of Peter Rabbit,” etc
at charges for A looking-Glass,
and entertain A Score or two of tailors”
FREDERICK WARNE & CO, INC
Frederick Warne & Co.
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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
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!"
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.