![]() ![]() The policeman went on writing in his notebook twice he put his pencil in his mouth, and once he dipped it in the treacle. “Bite him, Pickles! bite him!” spluttered Ginger behind a sugar-barrel, “he’s only a German doll!” Pickles nearly had a fit, he barked and he barked and made little rushes. There was an envelope lying on the counter, and a policeman writing in a note-book! “Send in all the bills again to everybody – with accounts,'” replied Ginger.Īfter a time they heard a noise in the shop, as if something had been pushed in at the door. “What is seven pounds of butter at 1/3, and a stick of sealing wax and four matches?” “Samuel Whiskers has run up a bill as long as his tail he has had an ounce and three-quarters of stuff since October.” Ginger and Pickles retired into the back parlour. “You have eaten them yourself,” replied Ginger. “And I feel sure that Anna Maria pockets things-Where are all the cream crackers?” “I do not believe that he intends to pay at all,” replied Ginger. “Let us send in the bill again to Samuel Whiskers, Ginger, he owes us for bacon.” I have tried in vain to get a licence upon credit at the Post Office ” said Pickles. “It is very uncomfortable, I am afraid I shall be summoned. “It is your own fault for being a terrier I do not require a licence, and neither does Kep, the Collie dog.” “It is very unpleasant, I am afraid of the police,” said Pickles. 1st there was still no money, and Pickles was unable to buy a dog licence. They ate them by candle-light after the shop was closed. Pickles ate biscuits and Ginger ate a dried haddock. But there was always no money they never paid for as much as a pennyworth of peppermints.īut the sales were enormous, ten times as large as Tabitha Twitchit’s.Īs there was always no money, Ginger and Pickles were obliged to eat their own goods. The customers came in crowds every day and bought quantities, especially the toffee customers. The customers come again and again, and buy quantities, in spite of being afraid of Ginger and Pickles.īut there is no money in what is called the “till.” Now the meaning of “credit” is this-when a customer buys a bar of soap, instead of the customer pulling out a purse and paying for it-she says she will pay another time.Īnd Pickles makes a low bow and says, “With pleasure, madam,” and it is written down in a book. Ginger and Pickles gave unlimited credit. (Tabitha Twitchit kept the only other shop in the village. “On the contrary, they would go nowhere,” replied Ginger gloomily. “I have the same feeling about rats,” replied Pickles, “but it would never do to eat our own customers they would leave us and go to Tabitha Twitchit’s.” ![]() “I cannot bear,” said he, “to see them going out at the door carrying their little parcels.” Ginger usually requested Pickles to serve them, because he said it made his mouth water. The shop was also patronized by mice-only the mice were rather afraid of Ginger. The rabbits were always a little bit afraid of Pickles. Ginger was a yellow tom-cat, and Pickles was a terrier. Ginger and Pickles were the people who kept the shop. In fact, although it was such a small shop it sold nearly everything-except a few things that you want in a hurry-like bootlaces, hair-pins and mutton chops. They also sold sugar, and snuff and galoshes. Ginger and Pickles sold red spotty pocket-handkerchiefs at a penny three farthings. The counter inside was a convenient height for rabbits. It was a little small shop just the right size for Dolls-Lucinda and Jane Doll-cook always bought their groceries at Ginger and Pickles. The name over the window was “Ginger and Pickles.” Once upon a time there was a village shop.
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