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When
all
was
ready
for
a
start
once
more
,
the
Mole
,
limp
and
dejected
,
took
his
seat
in
the
stern
of
the
boat
;
and
as
they
set
off
,
he
said
in
a
low
voice
,
broken
with
emotion
,
"
Ratty
,
my
generous
friend
!
I
am
very
sorry
indeed
for
my
foolish
and
ungrateful
conduct
.
My
heart
quite
fails
me
when
I
think
how
I
might
have
lost
that
beautiful
luncheon-basket
.
Indeed
,
I
have
been
a
complete
ass
,
and
I
know
it
.
Will
you
overlook
it
this
once
and
forgive
me
,
and
let
things
go
on
as
before
?
"
"
That
's
all
right
,
bless
you
!
"
responded
the
Rat
cheerily
.
"
What
's
a
little
wet
to
a
Water
Rat
?
I
'm
more
in
the
water
than
out
of
it
most
days
.
Do
n't
you
think
any
more
about
it
;
and
look
here
!
I
really
think
you
had
better
come
and
stop
with
me
for
a
little
time
.
It
's
very
plain
and
rough
,
you
know
--
not
like
Toad
's
house
at
all
--
but
you
have
n't
seen
that
yet
;
still
,
I
can
make
you
comfortable
.
And
I
'll
teach
you
to
row
and
to
swim
,
and
you
'll
soon
be
as
handy
on
the
water
as
any
of
us
.
"
The
Mole
was
so
touched
by
his
kind
manner
of
speaking
that
he
could
find
no
voice
to
answer
him
;
and
he
had
to
brush
away
a
tear
or
two
with
the
back
of
his
paw
.
But
the
Rat
kindly
looked
in
another
direction
,
and
presently
the
Mole
's
spirits
revived
again
,
and
he
was
even
able
to
give
some
straight
back-talk
to
a
couple
of
moorhens
who
were
sniggering
to
each
other
about
his
bedraggled
appearance
.
When
they
got
home
,
the
Rat
made
a
bright
fire
in
the
parlour
,
and
planted
the
Mole
in
an
arm-chair
in
front
of
it
,
having
fetched
down
a
dressing-gown
and
slippers
for
him
,
and
told
him
river
stories
till
supper-time
.
Very
thrilling
stories
they
were
,
too
,
to
an
earth-dwelling
animal
like
Mole
.
Stories
about
weirs
,
and
sudden
floods
,
and
leaping
pike
,
and
steamers
that
flung
hard
bottles
--
at
least
bottles
were
certainly
flung
,
and
from
steamers
,
so
presumably
by
them
;
and
about
herons
,
and
how
particular
they
were
whom
they
spoke
to
;
and
about
adventures
down
drains
,
and
night-fishings
with
Otter
,
or
excursions
far
a-field
with
Badger
Supper
was
a
most
cheerful
meal
;
but
very
shortly
afterwards
a
terribly
sleepy
Mole
had
to
be
escorted
upstairs
by
his
considerate
host
,
to
the
best
bedroom
,
where
he
soon
laid
his
head
on
his
pillow
in
great
peace
and
contentment
,
knowing
that
his
new-found
friend
,
the
River
,
was
lapping
the
sill
of
his
window
.
This
day
was
only
the
first
of
many
similar
ones
for
the
emancipated
Mole
,
each
of
them
longer
and
full
of
interest
as
the
ripening
summer
moved
onward
.
He
learnt
to
swim
and
to
row
,
and
entered
into
the
joy
of
running
water
;
and
with
his
ear
to
the
reed-stems
he
caught
,
at
intervals
,
something
of
what
the
wind
went
whispering
so
constantly
among
them
.
"
RATTY
,
"
said
the
Mole
suddenly
,
one
bright
summer
morning
,
"
if
you
please
,
I
want
to
ask
you
a
favour
.
"
The
Rat
was
sitting
on
the
river
bank
,
singing
a
little
song
.
He
had
just
composed
it
himself
,
so
he
was
very
taken
up
with
it
,
and
would
not
pay
proper
attention
to
Mole
or
anything
else
.
Since
early
morning
he
had
been
swimming
in
the
river
,
in
company
with
his
friends
,
the
ducks
.
And
when
the
ducks
stood
on
their
heads
suddenly
,
as
ducks
will
,
he
would
dive
down
and
tickle
their
necks
,
just
under
where
their
chins
would
be
if
ducks
had
chins
,
till
they
were
forced
to
come
to
the
surface
again
in
a
hurry
,
spluttering
and
angry
and
shaking
their
feathers
at
him
,
for
it
is
impossible
to
say
quite
all
you
feel
when
your
head
is
under
water
.
At
last
they
implored
him
to
go
away
and
attend
to
his
own
affairs
and
leave
them
to
mind
theirs
.
So
the
Rat
went
away
,
and
sat
on
the
river
bank
in
the
sun
,
and
made
up
a
song
about
them
,
which
he
called
:
"
Ducks
'
Ditty
.
"
