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"

Dear

Ratty

,

"

said

the

poor

Mole

,

"

I

'm

dreadfully

sorry

,

but

I

'm

simply

dead

beat

and

that

's

a

solid

fact

.

You

must

let

me

rest

here

a

while

longer

,

and

get

my

strength

back

,

if

I

'm

to

get

home

at

all

.

"

"

O

,

all

right

,

"

said

the

good-natured

Rat

,

"

rest

away

.

It

's

pretty

nearly

pitch

dark

now

,

anyhow

;

and

there

ought

to

be

a

bit

of

a

moon

later

.

"

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So

the

Mole

got

well

into

the

dry

leaves

and

stretched

himself

out

,

and

presently

dropped

off

into

sleep

,

though

of

a

broken

and

troubled

sort

;

while

the

Rat

covered

himself

up

,

too

,

as

best

he

might

,

for

warmth

,

and

lay

patiently

waiting

,

with

a

pistol

in

his

paw

.

When

at

last

the

Mole

woke

up

,

much

refreshed

and

in

his

usual

spirits

,

the

Rat

said

,

"

Now

then

!

I

'll

just

take

a

look

outside

and

see

if

everything

's

quiet

,

and

then

we

really

must

be

off

.

"

He

went

to

the

entrance

of

their

retreat

and

put

his

head

out

.

Then

the

Mole

heard

him

saying

quietly

to

himself

,

"

Hullo

!

hullo

!

here

--

is

--

a

--

go

!

"

"

What

's

up

,

Ratty

?

"

asked

the

Mole

.

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"

Snow

is

up

,

"

replied

the

Rat

briefly

;

"

or

rather

,

down

.

It

's

snowing

hard

.

"

The

Mole

came

and

crouched

beside

him

,

and

,

looking

out

,

saw

the

wood

that

had

been

so

dreadful

to

him

in

quite

a

changed

aspect

.

Holes

,

hollows

,

pools

,

pitfalls

,

and

other

black

menaces

to

the

wayfarer

were

vanishing

fast

,

and

a

gleaming

carpet

of

faery

was

springing

up

everywhere

,

that

looked

too

delicate

to

be

trodden

upon

by

rough

feet

.

A

fine

powder

filled

the

air

and

caressed

the

cheek

with

a

tingle

in

its

touch

,

and

the

black

boles

of

the

trees

showed

up

in

a

light

that

seemed

to

come

from

below

.

"

Well

,

well

,

it

ca

n't

be

helped

,

"

said

the

Rat

,

after

pondering

.

"

We

must

make

a

start

,

and

take

our

chance

,

I

suppose

.

The

worst

of

it

is

,

I

do

n't

exactly

know

where

we

are

.

And

now

this

snow

makes

everything

look

so

very

different

.

"

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