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"
What
?
"
cried
the
Rat
,
open-mouthed
:
"
Never
been
in
a
--
you
never
--
well
I
--
what
have
you
been
doing
,
then
?
"
"
Is
it
so
nice
as
all
that
?
"
asked
the
Mole
shyly
,
though
he
was
quite
prepared
to
believe
it
as
he
leant
back
in
his
seat
and
surveyed
the
cushions
,
the
oars
,
the
rowlocks
,
and
all
the
fascinating
fittings
,
and
felt
the
boat
sway
lightly
under
him
.
"
Nice
?
It
's
the
only
thing
,
"
said
the
Water
Rat
solemnly
as
he
leant
forward
for
his
stroke
.
"
Believe
me
,
my
young
friend
,
there
is
nothing
--
absolute
nothing
--
half
so
much
worth
doing
as
simply
messing
about
in
boats
.
Simply
messing
,
"
he
went
on
dreamily
:
"
messing
--
about
--
in
--
boats
;
messing
--
"
"
Look
ahead
,
Rat
!
"
cried
the
Mole
suddenly
.
It
was
too
late
.
The
boat
struck
the
bank
full
tilt
.
The
dreamer
,
the
joyous
oarsman
,
lay
on
his
back
at
the
bottom
of
the
boat
,
his
heels
in
the
air
.
"
--
about
in
boats
--
or
with
boats
,
"
the
Rat
went
on
composedly
,
picking
himself
up
with
a
pleasant
laugh
.
"
In
or
out
of
'em
,
it
does
n't
matter
.
Nothing
seems
really
to
matter
,
that
's
the
charm
of
it
.
Whether
you
get
away
,
or
whether
you
do
n't
;
whether
you
arrive
at
your
destination
or
whether
you
reach
somewhere
else
,
or
whether
you
never
get
anywhere
at
all
,
you
're
always
busy
,
and
you
never
do
anything
in
particular
;
and
when
you
've
done
it
there
's
always
something
else
to
do
,
and
you
can
do
it
if
you
like
,
but
you
'd
much
better
not
.
Look
here
!
If
you
've
really
nothing
else
on
hand
this
morning
,
supposing
we
drop
down
the
river
together
,
and
have
a
long
day
of
it
?
"
The
Mole
waggled
his
toes
from
sheer
happiness
,
spread
his
chest
with
a
sigh
of
full
contentment
,
and
leant
back
blissfully
into
the
soft
cushions
.
"
What
a
day
I
'm
having
!
"
he
said
.
"
Let
us
start
at
once
!
"
"
Hold
hard
a
minute
,
then
!
"
said
the
Rat
.
He
looped
the
painter
through
a
ring
in
his
landing-stage
,
climbed
up
into
his
hole
above
,
and
after
a
short
interval
reappeared
staggering
under
a
fat
wicker
luncheon-basket
.
"
Shove
that
under
your
feet
,
"
he
observed
to
the
Mole
,
as
he
passed
it
down
into
the
boat
.
Then
he
untied
the
painter
and
took
the
sculls
again
.
