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"
I
do
n't
know
that
I
think
so
very
much
of
that
little
song
,
Rat
,
"
observed
the
Mole
cautiously
.
He
was
no
poet
himself
and
did
n't
care
who
knew
it
;
and
he
had
a
candid
nature
.
"
Nor
do
n't
the
ducks
neither
,
"
replied
the
Rat
cheerfully
.
"
They
say
,
'
Why
ca
n't
fellows
be
allowed
to
do
what
they
like
when
they
like
and
as
they
like
,
instead
of
other
fellows
sitting
on
banks
and
watching
them
all
the
time
and
making
remarks
and
poetry
and
things
about
them
?
What
nonsense
it
all
is
!
'
That
's
what
the
ducks
say
.
"
"
So
it
is
,
so
it
is
,
"
said
the
Mole
,
with
great
heartiness
.
"
No
,
it
is
n't
!
"
cried
the
Rat
indignantly
.
"
Well
then
,
it
is
n't
,
it
is
n't
,
"
replied
the
Mole
soothingly
.
"
But
what
I
wanted
to
ask
you
was
,
wo
n't
you
take
me
to
call
on
Mr.
Toad
?
I
've
heard
so
much
about
him
,
and
I
do
so
want
to
make
his
acquaintance
.
"
"
Why
,
certainly
,
"
said
the
good-natured
Rat
,
jumping
to
his
feet
and
dismissing
poetry
from
his
mind
for
the
day
.
"
Get
the
boat
out
,
and
we
'll
paddle
up
there
at
once
.
It
's
never
the
wrong
time
to
call
on
Toad
.
Early
or
late
,
he
's
always
the
same
fellow
.
Always
good-tempered
,
always
glad
to
see
you
,
always
sorry
when
you
go
!
"
"
He
must
be
a
very
nice
animal
,
"
observed
the
Mole
,
as
he
got
into
the
boat
and
took
the
sculls
,
while
the
Rat
settled
himself
comfortably
in
the
stern
.
"
He
is
indeed
the
best
of
animals
,
"
replied
Rat
.
"
So
simple
,
so
good-natured
,
and
so
affectionate
.
Perhaps
he
's
not
very
clever
--
we
ca
n't
all
be
geniuses
;
and
it
may
be
that
he
is
both
boastful
and
conceited
.
But
he
has
got
some
great
qualities
,
has
Toady
.
"
Rounding
a
bend
in
the
river
,
they
came
in
sight
of
a
handsome
,
dignified
old
house
of
mellowed
red
brick
,
with
well-kept
lawns
reaching
down
to
the
water
's
edge
.
