The Tailor of Gloucester

von Beatrix Potter

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.