do not lose the last penny of the
fourpence, Simpkin, or I am undone
and worn to a thread-paper, for I
have NO MORE TWIST."


Then Simpkin again said "Miaw!"
and took the groat and the pipkin,
and went out into the dark.

The tailor was very tired and
beginning to be ill. He sat down by the
hearth and talked to himself about
that wonderful coat.

"I shall make my fortune--to be
cut bias--the Mayor of Gloucester is
to be married on Christmas Day in the
morning, and he hath ordered a coat
and an embroidered waistcoat--"

Then the tailor started; for
suddenly, interrupting him, from the
dresser at the other side of the kitchen
came a number of little noises--

Tip tap, tip tap, tip tap tip!

"Now what can that be?" said the
Tailor of Gloucester, jumping up from