"But," said the tailor, "soldiers wear scarlet coats and blue trousers."
"That is just the point," said the policeman. "I don't want to be like all the others. If I did I should go in for khaki. Just you do what I tell you, and make me a green coat and yellow trousers at once."
The tailor said, "Yes, sir," and went away.
In a few days he called again, bringing with him a yellow coat and green trousers. The policeman could have cried with disappointment.
"Didn't I tell you quite plainly that I wanted a green coat and yellow trousers?"
"I am truly sorry, sir," said the tailor, "but as you no doubt know, the best of us make mistakes sometimes."
"There is something in that," said the policeman, "and if the suit fits me I will forgive you."
Then he went into his dressing-room and put on the yellow coat and the green trousers. They fitted him beautifully. So that he forgave the tailor, and sent round to him to say that he would try to pay his bill when he got some money.
