the great big treasury of beatrix potter-第19章
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Pigling Bland。
He was obliged to shut his eyes and pretend to sleep。 She became quiet； and there was a smell of peppermint。
〃I thought you had eaten them？〃 said Pigling； waking suddenly。
〃Only the corners；〃 replied Pig… wig； studying the sentiments with much interest by the firelight。
〃I wish you wouldn't； he might smell them through the ceiling；〃 said the alarmed Pigling。
Pig…wig put back the sticky peppermints into her pocket； 〃Sing something；〃 she demanded。
〃I am sorry。 。 。 I have tooth… ache；〃 said Pigling much dismayed。
〃Then I will sing；〃 replied Pig… wig； 〃You will not mind if I say iddy tidditty？ I have forgotten some of the words。〃
Pigling Bland made no objection； he sat with his eyes half shut； and watched her。
She wagged her head and rocked about； clapping time and singing in a sweet little grunty voice
〃A funny old mother pig lived in a stye； and three little piggies had she； 〃（Ti idditty idditty） umph； umph； umph！ and the little pigs said wee； wee！〃
She sang successfully through three or four verses； only at every
verse her head nodded a little lower； and her little twinkly eyes closed up
〃Those three little piggies grew peaky and lean； and lean they might very well be； 〃For somehow they couldn't say umph； umph； umph！ and they wouldn't say wee； wee； wee！ 〃For somehow they couldn't say
Pig…wig's head bobbed lower and lower； until she rolled over； a little round ball； fast asleep on the hearth…rug。
Pigling Bland； on tiptoe； covered her up with an antimacassar。
He was afraid to go to sleep himself； for the rest of the night he sat listening to the chirping of the crickets and to the snores of Mr。 Piperson overhead。
Early in the morning； between dark and daylight； Pigling tied up his little bundle and woke up Pig… wig。 She was excited and half… frightened。 〃But it's dark！ How can we find our way？〃
〃The cock has crowed； we must start before the hens come out； they might shout to Mr。 Piperson。〃
Pig…wig sat down again； and commenced to cry。
〃Come away Pig…wig； we can see when we get used to it。 Come！ I can hear them clucking！〃
Pigling had never said shuh！ to a hen in his life； being peaceable； also he remembered the hamper。
He opened the house door quietly and shut it after them。 There was no garden； the neighborhood of Mr。 Piperson's was all scratched up by fowls。 They slipped away hand in hand across an untidy field to the road。 〃Tom； Tom the piper's son； stole a pig and away he ran！ 〃But all the tune that he could play； was ‘Over the hills and far away！'〃
〃Come Pig…wig； we must get to the bridge before folks are stirring。〃
〃Why do you want to go to market； Pigling？〃 inquired Pig…wig
The sun rose while they were crossing the moor； a dazzle of light over the tops of the hills。 The sunshine crept down the slopes into the peaceful green valleys； where little white cottages nestled in gardens and orchards。
〃That's Westmorland；〃 said Pig… wig。 She dropped Pigling's hand and commenced to dance； singing
presently。 〃I don't want； I want to grow potatoes。〃 〃Have a peppermint？〃 said Pig…wig。 Pigling Bland refused quite crossly。 〃Does your poor toothy hurt？〃 inquired Pig… wig。 Pigling Bland grunted。
Pig…wig ate the peppermint herself； and followed the opposite side of the road。 〃Pig…wig！ keep under the wall； there's a man ploughing。〃 Pig…wig crossed over； they hurried down hill towards the county boundary。
Suddenly Pigling stopped； he heard wheels。
Slowly jogging up the road below them came a tradesman's cart。 The reins flapped on the horse's back； the grocer was reading a newspaper。
〃Take that peppermint out of your mouth； Pig…wig； we may have to run。 Don't say one word。 Leave it to me。 And in sight of the bridge！〃 said poor Pigling； nearly crying。 He began to walk frightfully lame； holding Pig…wig's arm。
The grocer； intent upon his newspaper； might have passed them； if his horse had not shied and snorted。 He pulled the cart
crossways； and held down his whip。 〃Hallo？ Where are you going to？〃Pigling Bland stared at him vacantly。
〃Are you deaf？ Are you going to market？〃 Pigling nodded slowly。
〃I thought as much。 It was yesterday。 Show me your license？〃
Pigling stared at the off hind shoe of the grocer's horse which had picked up a stone。
The grocer flicked his whip 〃Papers？ Pig license？〃 Pigling fumbled in all his pockets； and handed up the papers。 The grocer read them； but still seemed dissatisfied。 〃This here pig is a young lady； is her name Alexander？〃 Pig…wig opened her mouth and shut it again； Pigling coughed asthmatically。
The grocer ran his finger down the advertisement column of his newspaper〃Lost； stolen or strayed； 10S。 reward；〃 he looked suspiciously at Pig…wig。 Then he stood up in the trap； and whistled for the ploughman。
〃You wait here while I drive on and speak to him；〃 said the grocer； gathering up the reins。 He knew that pigs are slippery； but surely； such a VERY lame pig could never run！
〃Not yet； Pig…wig； he will look back。〃 The grocer did so； he saw the two pigs stock…still in the mid…
dle of the road。 Then he looked over at his horse's heels； it was lame also； the stone took some time to knock out； after he got to the ploughman。
〃Now； Pig…wig； NOW！〃 said Pigling Bland。
Never did any pigs run as these pigs ran！ They raced and squealed and pelted down the long white hill towards the bridge。 Little fat Pig… wig's petticoats fluttered； and her feet went pitter； patter； pitter； as she bounded and jumped。
They ran； and they ran； and they ran down the hill； and across a short cut on level green turf at the bottom； between pebble beds and rushes。
They came to the river； they came to the bridgethey crossed it hand in handthen over the hills and far away she danced with Pigling Bland！
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！）。＇
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 everythingexcept a few things that you want in a hurrylike bootlaces； hair… pins and mutton chops。
Ginger and Pickles were the
people who kept the shop。 Ginger was a yellow tomcat； and Pickles was a terrier。
The rabbits were always a little bit afraid of Pickles。
The shop was also patronized by miceonly 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 customers； they would leave us and go to Tabitha Twitchit's。〃
〃On the contrary； they would go nowhere；〃 replied Ginger gloomily。
（Tabitha Twitchit kept the only other shop in the village。 She did not give credit。）
But there is no money in what is called the 〃till。〃
Ginger and Pickles gave unlimited credit。
Now the meaning of 〃credit〃 is thiswhen a customer buys a bar of soap； instead of the customer pulling out a purse and paying for it she says she will pay another time。
And Pickles makes a low bow and says； 〃With pleasure； madam；〃 and it is written down in a book。
The customers come again and again； and buy quantities； in spite of being afraid of Ginger and Pickles。
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 penny… worth 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
