The customers came in crowds every day and bought quantities, especially
the toffee customers. But there was always no money; they never paid for
as much as a pennyworth of peppermints.
But the sales were enormous, ten times as large as Tabitha Twitchit's.
As there was always no money, Ginger and Pickles were obliged to eat
their own goods.
Pickles ate biscuits and Ginger ate a dried haddock.
They ate them by candle-light after the shop was closed.
When it came to Jan. 1st there was still no money, and Pickles was
unable to buy a dog licence.
"It is very unpleasant, I am afraid of the police," said Pickles.
"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 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.
"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!" spluttered Ginger behind a sugar-barrel,
"he's only a German doll!"
The policeman went on writing in his notebook; twice he put his pencil
in his mouth, and once he dipped it in the treacle.
Pickles barked till he was hoarse. But still the policeman took no
notice. He had bead eyes, and his helmet was sewed on with stitches.
At length on his last little rush--Pickles found that the shop was
empty. The policeman had disappeared.
But the envelope remained.
"Do you think that he has gone to fetch a real live policeman? I am
afraid it is a summons," said Pickles.
"No," replied Ginger, who had opened the envelope, "it is the rates and
taxes, L 3 19 11 3/4."
"This is the last straw," said Pickles, "let us close the shop."
They put up the shutters, and left. But they have not removed from the
neighbourhood. In fact some people wish they had gone further.
Ginger is living in the warren. I do not know what occupation he
pursues; he looks stout and comfortable.
Pickles is at present a gamekeeper.
The closing of the shop caused great inconvenience. Tabitha Twitchit
immediately raised the price of everything a half-penny; and she
continued to refuse to give credit.
Of course there are the trades-men's carts--the butcher, the fishman and
Timothy Baker.
But a person cannot live on "seed wigs" and sponge-cake and
butter-buns--not even when the sponge-cake is as good as Timothy's!
After a time Mr. John Dormouse and his daughter began to sell
peppermints and candles.
But they did not keep "self-fitting sixes"; and it takes five mice to
carry one seven inch candle.
Besides--the candles which they sell behave very strangely in warm
weather.
And Miss Dormouse refused to take back the ends when they were brought
back to her with complaints.
And when Mr. John Dormouse was complained to, he stayed in bed, and
would say nothing but "very snug;" which is not the way to carry on a
retail business.
So everybody was pleased when Sally Henny Penny sent out a printed
poster to say that she was going to re-open the shop--"Henny's Opening
Sale! Grand co-operative Jumble! Penny's penny prices! Come buy, come
try, come buy!"
The poster really was most 'ticing.
There was a rush upon the opening day. The shop was crammed with
customers, and there were crowds of mice upon the biscuit canisters.
Sally Henny Penny gets rather flustered when she tries to count out
change, and she insists on being paid cash; but she is quite harmless.
And she has laid in a remarkable assortment of bargains.
There is something to please everybody.