But there was no one there! Not even one little brown mouse!
The boards were swept clean; the little ends of thread and the little silk
snippets were all tidied away, and gone from off the floor.
But upon the table--oh joy! the tailor gave a shout--there, where he had
left plain cuttings of silk--there lay the most beautifullest coat and
embroidered satin waistcoat that ever were worn by a Mayor of Gloucester.
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There were roses and pansies upon the facings of the coat; and the
waistcoat was worked with poppies and corn-flowers.
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Everything was finished except just one single cherry-coloured
button-hole, and where that button-hole was wanting there was pinned a
scrap of paper with these words--in little teeny weeny writing--
NO MORE TWIST
And from then began the luck of the Tailor of Gloucester; he grew quite
stout, and he grew quite rich.
He made the most wonderful waistcoats for all the rich merchants of
Gloucester, and for all the fine gentlemen of the country round.
[Illustration]
Never were seen such ruffles, or such embroidered cuffs and lappets! But
his button-holes were the greatest triumph of it all.
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