"It is very uncomfortable, I am
afraid I shall be summoned. I
have tried in vain to get a licence
upon credit at the Post Office;"
said Pickles. "The place is full of
policemen. I met one as I was
coming home."


"Let us send in the bill again to
Samuel Whiskers, Ginger, he owes
22/9 for bacon."

"I do not believe that he intends
to pay at all," replied Ginger.


"And I feel sure that Anna
Maria pockets things-- Where
are all the cream crackers?"
"You have eaten them yourself,"
replied Ginger.


Ginger and Pickles retired into
the back parlour.

They did accounts. They added
up sums and sums, and sums.