The Tailor of Gloucester

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.

© 2015 Interactive Media (Hljóðbók): 9781910833414
© 2014 Interactive Media (Rafbók): 9781910343203

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Hljóðbók: 15 september 2015
Rafbók: 15 maj 2014