His shirt of web by spiders spun;
With jacket wove of thistle's down;
His trowsers were of feathers done.

His stockings, of apple-rind they tie
With eyelash from his mother's eye:
His shoes were made of mouse's skin
Tann'd with the downy hair within."

It is remarkable that Tom never grew any larger than his father's
thumb, which was only of an ordinary size; but as he got older he became
very cunning and full of tricks. When he was old enough to play with the
boys, and had lost all his own cherry-stones, he used to creep into
the bags of his playfellows, fill his pockets, and, getting out unseen,
would again join in the game.

One day, however, as he was coming out of a bag of cherrystones,
where he had been pilfering as usual, the boy to whom it belonged chanced
to see him. "Ah, ha! my little Tommy," said the boy, "so I have caught
you stealing my cherrystones at last, and you shall be rewarded for your
thievish tricks." On saying this, he drew the string tight around his
neck, and gave the bag such a hearty shake, that poor little Tom's legs,
thighs, and body were sadly bruised. He roared out in pain, and begged
to be let out, promising never to be guilty of such bad practices again.

A short time afterwards his mother was making a batter-pudding, and Tom
being very anxious to see how it was made, climbed up to the edge of
the bowl; but unfortunately his foot slipped and he plumped over head
and ears into the batter, unseen by his mother, who stirred him into
the pudding-bag, and put him in the pot to boil.