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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 22/9d for bacon."
"I do not believe that he intends to pay at all," replied
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