"Samuel Whiskers has run up
a bill as long as his tail; he has
had an ounce and three-quarters of
snuff since October."


"What is seven pounds of butter
at 1/3, and a stick of sealing wax
and four matches?"

"Send in all the bills again to
everybody 'with compts'" replied
Ginger.


After a time they heard a noise
in the shop, as if something had
been pushed in at the door. They
came out of the back parlour. There
was an envelope lying on the counter,
and a policeman writing in a
note-book!


Pickles nearly had a fit, he barked
and he barked and made little
rushes.

"Bite him, Pickles! bite him!"