The floor was swept and clean; the pins were all swept up and stuck into pin papers; the ends of thread and little silk snippets were all tidied away, and gone from the floor.
But upon the table! Oh joy – the tailor gave a shout!
There – where he had left plain cuttings of cloth – there lay the most beautifullest coat and gold-brocaded waistcoat that ever were worn by a mayor of Gloucester.
There was embroidery upon the cuffs and upon the pocket flaps and upon the skirts of the coat: it was cherry-coloured corded silk, lined with yellow padusoy; there were one-and-twenty buttons.
The waistcoat was of peach-coloured satin, worked with thread of gold and silver.
Everything was quite finished except just one single cherry-coloured button-hole; and where that buttonhole was wanting, there was pinned a little scrap of paper, with these words – in teeny weeny writing –
“no more twist”.
From: The Tailor of Gloucester
by Beatrix Potter
First published by Frederick Warne & Co. Ltd
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