a collection of beatrix potter stories-第12部分

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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　cartsthe　butcher；　the　fishman

and　Timothy　Baker。



But　a　person　cannot　live　on　〃seed

wigs〃　and　sponge…cake　and　butter…

bunsnot　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。





Besidesthe　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。





THE　END











THE　STORY　OF

MISS　MOPPET







THIS　is　a　Pussy　called

Miss　Moppet；　she　thinks

she　has　heard　a　mouse！



THIS　is　the　Mouse　peeping

out　behind　the　cupboard；

and　making　fun　of

Miss　Moppet。　He　is　not

afraid　of　a　kitten。



THIS　is　Miss　Moppet

jumping　just　too　late；

she　misses　the　Mouse　and

hits　her　own　head。



SHE　thinks　it　is　a　very

hard　cupboard！



THE　Mouse　watches　Miss

Moppet　from　the　top　of

the　cupboard。



MISS　MOPPET　ties　up

her　head　in　a　duster；

and　sits　before　the　fire。



THE　Mouse　thinks　she　is

looking　very　ill。　He

comes　sliding　down　the　bell…

pull。



MISS　MOPPET　looks

worse　and　worse。　The

Mouse　comes　a　little　nearer。



MISS　MOPPET　holds

her　poor　head　in　her

paws；　and　looks　at　him

through　a　hole　in　the　duster。

The　Mouse　comes　VERY　close。



AND　then　all　of　a　sudden

Miss　Moppet　jumps

upon　the　Mouse！



AND　because　the　Mouse

has　teased　Miss　Moppet

Miss　Moppet　thinks　she

will　tease　the　Mouse；　which

is　not　at　all　nice　of　Miss

Moppet。



SHE　ties　him　up　in　the

duster；　and　tosses　it

about　like　a　ball。



BUT　she　forgot　about　that

hole　in　the　duster；　and

when　she　untied　itthere

was　no　Mouse！



HE　has　wriggled　out　and

run　away；　and　he　is

dancing　a　jig　on　the　top　of

the　cupboard！





THE　END









THE　TALE　OF

MR。　JEREMY　FISHER



FOR

STEPHANIE

FROM

COUSIN　B。





ONCE　upon　a　time　there

was　a　frog　called　Mr。

Jeremy　Fisher；　he　lived　in　a

little　damp　house　amongst　the

buttercups　at　the　edge　of　a

pond。



THE　water　was　all　slippy…

sloppy　in　the　larder　and

in　the　back　passage。



But　Mr。　Jeremy　liked

getting　his　feet　wet；　nobody　ever

scolded　him；　and　he　never

caught　a　cold！



HE　was　quite　pleased　when

he　looked　out　and　saw

large　drops　of　rain；　splashing

in　the　pond



〃I　WILL　get　some　worms

and　go　fishing　and　catch

a　dish　of　minnows　for　my

dinner；〃　said　Mr。　Jeremy

Fisher。　〃If　I　catch　more　than

five　fish；　I　will　invite　my

friends　Mr。　Alderman　Ptolemy

Tortoise　and　Sir　Isaac　Newton。

The　Alderman；　however；　eats

salad。〃



MR。　JEREMY　put　on　a

macintosh；　and　a　pair

of　shiny　goloshes；　he　took　his

rod　and　basket；　and　set　off

with　enormous　hops　to　the

place　where　he　kept　his　boat。



THE　boat　was　round　and

green；　and　very　like　the

other　lily…leaves。　It　was

tied　to　a　water…plant　in

the　middle　of　the　pond。



MR。　JEREMY　took　a　reed

pole；　and　pushed　the

boat　out　into　open　water。　〃I

know　a　good　place　for　minnows；〃

said　Mr。　Jeremy

Fisher。



MR。　JEREMY　stuck　his

pole　into　the　mud　and

fastened　his　boat　to　it。



Then　he　settled　himself

cross…legged　and　arranged　his

fishing　tackle。　He　had　the

dearest　little　red　float。　His

rod　was　a　tough　stalk　of

grass；　his　line　was　a　fine　long

white　horse…hair；　and　he　tied

a　little　wriggling　worm　at　the

end。



THE　rain　trickled　down　his

back；　and　for　nearly　an

hour　he　stared　at　the　float。



〃This　is　getting　tiresome；

I　think　I　should　like　some

lunch；〃　said　Mr。　Jeremy

Fisher。



HE　punted　back　again

amongst　the　water…

plants；　and　took　some　lunch

out　of　his　basket。



〃I　will　eat　a　butterfly

sandwich；　and　wait　till　the

shower　is　over；〃　said　Mr。

Jeremy　Fisher。



A　GREAT　big　water…beetle

came　up　underneath　the

lily　leaf　and　tweaked　the　toe

of　one　of　his　goloshes。



Mr。　Jeremy　crossed　his　legs

up　shorter；　out　of　reach；　and

went　on　eating　his　sandwich。



ONCE