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From the tailor’s shop in Westgate came a glow of light; and when Simpkin crept up to peep in at the window it was full of candles.

There was a snippeting of scissors, and snappeting of thread; and little mouse voices sang loudly and gaily —

“Four-and-twenty tailors

Went to catch a snail,

The best man amongst them

Durst not touch her tail;

She put out her horns

Like a little kyloe cow,

Run, tailors, run! or she’ll

have you all e’en now!”

Then without a pause the little mouse voices went on again —

“Sieve my lady’s oatmeal,

Grind my lady’s flour,

Put it in a chestnut,

Let it stand an hour —”