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Title: The Tale of Ginger and Pickles

Author: Beatrix Potter

Release Date: February 2, 2005 [EBook #14877]

Language: English

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THE TALE OF GINGER AND PICKLES

DEDICATED

WITH VERY KIND REGARDS TO OLD MR. JOHN TAYLOR,

WHO "THINKS HE MIGHT PASS AS A DORMOUSE!" (
THREE YEARS IN BED AND NEVER A GRUMBLE!)

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THE TALE OF GINGER & PICKLES

BY BEATRIX POTTER

_Author of "The Tale of Peter Rabbit," &c._

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FREDERICK WARNE

1909 by Frederick Warne & Co.

Printed and bound in Great Britain by
William Clowes Limited, Beccles and London

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Once upon a time there was a village shop. The name over the window was
"Ginger and Pickles."

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 counter inside was a convenient height for rabbits. Ginger and
Pickles sold red spotty pocket-handkerchiefs at a penny three farthings.

They also sold sugar, and snuff and galoshes.

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.

Ginger and Pickles were the people who kept the shop. Ginger was a yellow
tom-cat, and Pickles was a terrier.

The rabbits were always a little bit afraid of Pickles.

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The shop was also patronized by mice--only the mice were rather afraid of
Ginger.

Ginger usually requested Pickles to serve them, because he said it made
his mouth water.

"I cannot bear," said he, "to see them going out at the door carrying
their little parcels."

"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."

"On the contrary, they would go nowhere," replied Ging