Mrs. Tiggywinkle saw some potato soup.
She put it on the table.
"Cousin, eat this soup," she said.
"You must get well."
"That is Simpkin's lunch," the tailor said.
"He is my friend.
He went to buy buttons for this coat."
"Simpkin will not mind," Mrs. Tiggywinkle said.
"Please. You must eat."
The tailor ate the soup.
Soon Simpkin came back.
He rubbed his belly.
"It's time for lunch," he said.
"And I am very hungry."
Then Simpkin spotted the empty pot.
"My lunch!" he cried.
"I will make more potato soup," Mrs. Tiggywinkle said.
She looked around.
But there were no more potatoes.
"Simpkin." The tailor stood up.
"Where are the buttons?"
Simpkin frowned.
"The shop was closed," he said.
Simpkin stomped over to the fire.
"So we have no buttons!" he said.
He folded his arms and sat down.
"Oh no." The tailor sank into the chair.
"This is terrible.
The mayor's coat must have buttons!"