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Simpkin came away from the shop and went home, considering in his mind. He found the poor old tailor without fever, sleeping
Then Simpkin went on tip-toe and took a little parcel of silk out of the tea-pot, and looked at it in the moonlight; and he felt quite ashamed of his badness compared with those good little mice!
When the tailor awoke in the morning, the first thing which he saw
upon the patchwork quilt, was a skein of cherry-coloured twisted
silk, and beside his bed stood the repentant Simpkin!