In the time of swords and periwigs and fullskirted coats with flowered lappetswhen gentlemen wore ruffles, and goldlaced waistcoats of paduasoy and taffetathere lived a tailor in Gloucester.
He sat in the window of a little shop in Westgate Street, crosslegged 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.