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"

O

,

dear

!

O

,

dear

!

"

cried

the

Rat

,

in

despair

at

his

obtuseness

.

"

Here

,

stop

arguing

and

come

and

scrape

!

"

And

he

set

to

work

again

and

made

the

snow

fly

in

all

directions

around

him

.

After

some

further

toil

his

efforts

were

rewarded

,

and

a

very

shabby

door-mat

lay

exposed

to

view

.

"

There

,

what

did

I

tell

you

?

"

exclaimed

the

Rat

in

great

triumph

.

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"

Absolutely

nothing

whatever

,

"

replied

the

Mole

,

with

perfect

truthfulness

.

"

Well

,

now

,

"

he

went

on

,

"

you

seem

to

have

found

another

piece

of

domestic

litter

,

done

for

and

thrown

away

,

and

I

suppose

you

're

perfectly

happy

.

Better

go

ahead

and

dance

your

jig

round

that

if

you

've

got

to

,

and

get

it

over

,

and

then

perhaps

we

can

go

on

and

not

waste

any

more

time

over

rubbish-heaps

.

Can

we

eat

a

door-mat

?

Or

sleep

under

a

door-mat

?

Or

sit

on

a

door-mat

and

sledge

home

over

the

snow

on

it

,

you

exasperating

rodent

?

"

"

Do

--

you

--

mean

--

to

--

say

,

"

cried

the

excited

Rat

,

"

that

this

door-mat

does

n't

tell

you

anything

?

"

"

Really

,

Rat

,

"

said

the

Mole

,

quite

pettishly

,

"

I

think

we

've

had

enough

of

this

folly

.

Who

ever

heard

of

a

door-mat

telling

any

one

anything

?

They

simply

do

n't

do

it

.

They

are

not

that

sort

at

all

.

Door-mats

know

their

place

.

"

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"

Now

look

here

,

you

--

you

thick-headed

beast

,

"

replied

the

Rat

,

really

angry

,

"

this

must

stop

.

Not

another

word

,

but

scrape

--

scrape

and

scratch

and

dig

and

hunt

round

,

especially

on

the

sides

of

the

hummocks

,

if

you

want

to

sleep

dry

and

warm

to-night

,

for

it

's

our

last

chance

!

"

The

Rat

attacked

a

snow-bank

beside

them

with

ardour

,

probing

with

his

cudgel

everywhere

and

then

digging

with

fury

;

and

the

Mole

scraped

busily

too

,

more

to

oblige

the

Rat

than

for

any

other

reason

,

for

his

opinion

was

that

his

friend

was

getting

light-headed

.

Some

ten

minutes

'

hard

work

,

and

the

point

of

the

Rat

's

cudgel

struck

something

that

sounded

hollow

.

He

worked

till

he

could

get

a

paw

through

and

feel

;

then

called

the

Mole

to

come

and

help

him

.

Hard

at

it

went

the

two

animals

,

till

at

last

the

result

of

their

labours

stood

full

in

view

of

the

astonished

and

hitherto

incredulous

Mole

.

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