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"Thimbles and shears—
Beeswax and thread—
A tailor's a failure
Who can't earn his bread.
Sing ho for a tailor,
Sing hey for his trade;
For the coats and the breeches
And men he has made,"
the whole company joining in with a will. And all of them were invited to the wedding—nay they had preference over the Courtiers—even Crooks, Stitchem and Rowley—and if ever there was a finer feast, a happier groom or a lovelier bride, then I've never heard of them, that's all. And this was the beginning of better times for tailors in Nevermindwhere—and Everywhere, for that matter.
