The store in which the justice ofthe Peace's court was sitting smelled of cheese. The boy, crouched on his nailkeg at the back of the crowded room, knew he smelled cheese, and more: from where he sat he could see the ranked shelves close-packed with the solid,squat, dynamic shapes of tin cans whose labels his stomach read, not from the lettering which meant nothing to his mind but from the scarlet devils and thesilver curve of fish... Identify the author and the name of the work.