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"
What
,
Ratty
,
my
dear
little
man
!
"
exclaimed
the
Badger
,
in
quite
a
different
voice
.
"
Come
along
in
,
both
of
you
,
at
once
.
Why
,
you
must
be
perished
.
Well
,
I
never
!
Lost
in
the
snow
!
And
in
the
Wild
Wood
,
too
,
and
at
this
time
of
night
!
But
come
in
with
you
.
"
The
two
animals
tumbled
over
each
other
in
their
eagerness
to
get
inside
,
and
heard
the
door
shut
behind
them
with
great
joy
and
relief
.
The
Badger
,
who
wore
a
long
dressing-gown
,
and
whose
slippers
were
indeed
very
down
at
heel
,
carried
a
flat
candlestick
in
his
paw
and
had
probably
been
on
his
way
to
bed
when
their
summons
sounded
.
He
looked
kindly
down
on
them
and
patted
both
their
heads
.
"
This
is
not
the
sort
of
night
for
small
animals
to
be
out
,
"
he
said
paternally
.
"
I
'm
afraid
you
've
been
up
to
some
of
your
pranks
again
,
Ratty
.
But
come
along
;
come
into
the
kitchen
.
There
's
a
first-rate
fire
there
,
and
supper
and
everything
.
"
He
shuffled
on
in
front
of
them
,
carrying
the
light
,
and
they
followed
him
,
nudging
each
other
in
an
anticipating
sort
of
way
,
down
a
long
,
gloomy
,
and
,
to
tell
the
truth
,
decidedly
shabby
passage
,
into
a
sort
of
a
central
hall
,
out
of
which
they
could
dimly
see
other
long
tunnel-like
passages
branching
,
passages
mysterious
and
without
apparent
end
.
But
there
were
doors
in
the
hall
as
well
--
stout
oaken
,
comfortable-looking
doors
.
One
of
these
the
Badger
flung
open
,
and
at
once
they
found
themselves
in
all
the
glow
and
warmth
of
a
large
fire-lit
kitchen
.
The
floor
was
well-worn
red
brick
,
and
on
the
wide
hearth
burnt
a
fire
of
logs
,
between
two
attractive
chimney-corners
tucked
away
in
the
wall
,
well
out
of
any
suspicion
of
draught
.
A
couple
of
high-backed
settles
,
facing
each
other
on
either
side
of
the
fire
,
gave
further
sitting
accommodations
for
the
sociably
disposed
.
In
the
middle
of
the
room
stood
a
long
table
of
plain
boards
placed
on
trestles
,
with
benches
down
each
side
.
At
one
end
of
it
,
where
an
arm-chair
stood
pushed
back
,
were
spread
the
remains
of
the
Badger
's
plain
but
ample
supper
.
Rows
of
spotless
plates
winked
from
the
shelves
of
the
dresser
at
the
far
end
of
the
room
,
and
from
the
rafters
overhead
hung
hams
,
bundles
of
dried
herbs
,
nets
of
onions
,
and
baskets
of
eggs
.
It
seemed
a
place
where
heroes
could
fitly
feast
after
victory
,
where
weary
harvesters
could
line
up
in
scores
along
the
table
and
keep
their
Harvest
Home
with
mirth
and
song
,
or
where
two
or
three
friends
of
simple
tastes
could
sit
about
as
they
pleased
and
eat
and
smoke
and
talk
in
comfort
and
contentment
.
The
ruddy
brick
floor
smiled
up
at
the
smoky
ceiling
;
the
oaken
settles
,
shiny
with
long
wear
,
exchanged
cheerful
glances
with
each
other
;
plates
on
the
dresser
grinned
at
pots
on
the
shelf
,
and
the
merry
firelight
flickered
and
played
over
everything
without
distinction
.
The
kindly
Badger
thrust
them
down
on
a
settle
to
toast
themselves
at
the
fire
,
and
bade
them
remove
their
wet
coats
and
boots
.
Then
he
fetched
them
dressing-gowns
and
slippers
,
and
himself
bathed
the
Mole
's
shin
with
warm
water
and
mended
the
cut
with
sticking-plaster
,
till
the
whole
thing
was
just
as
good
as
new
,
if
not
better
.
In
the
embracing
light
and
warmth
,
warm
and
dry
at
last
,
with
weary
legs
propped
up
in
front
of
them
,
and
a
suggestive
clink
of
plates
being
arranged
on
the
table
behind
,
it
seemed
to
the
storm-driven
animals
,
now
in
safe
anchorage
,
that
the
cold
and
trackless
Wild
Wood
just
left
outside
was
miles
and
miles
away
,
and
all
that
they
had
suffered
in
it
a
half-forgotten
dream
.
When
at
last
they
were
thoroughly
toasted
,
the
Badger
summoned
them
to
the
table
,
where
he
had
been
busy
laying
a
repast
.
They
had
felt
pretty
hungry
before
,
but
when
they
actually
saw
at
last
the
supper
that
was
spread
for
them
,
really
it
seemed
only
a
question
of
what
they
should
attack
first
where
all
was
so
attractive
,
and
whether
the
other
things
would
obligingly
wait
for
them
till
they
had
time
to
give
them
attention
.
Conversation
was
impossible
for
a
long
time
;
and
when
it
was
slowly
resumed
,
it
was
that
regrettable
sort
of
conversation
that
results
from
talking
with
your
mouth
full
.
The
Badger
did
not
mind
that
sort
of
thing
at
all
,
nor
did
he
take
any
notice
of
elbows
on
the
table
,
or
everybody
speaking
at
once
.
As
he
did
not
go
into
Society
himself
,
he
had
got
an
idea
that
these
things
belonged
to
the
things
that
did
n't
really
matter
.
(
We
know
of
course
that
he
was
wrong
,
and
took
too
narrow
a
view
;
because
they
do
matter
very
much
,
though
it
would
take
too
long
to
explain
why
.
)
He
sat
in
his
arm-chair
at
the
head
of
the
table
,
and
nodded
gravely
at
intervals
as
the
animals
told
their
story
;
and
he
did
not
seem
surprised
or
shocked
at
anything
,
and
he
never
said
,
"
I
told
you
so
,
"
or
,
"
Just
what
I
always
said
,
"
or
remarked
that
they
ought
to
have
done
so-and-so
,
or
ought
not
to
have
done
something
else
.
The
Mole
began
to
feel
very
friendly
towards
him
.
When
supper
was
really
finished
at
last
,
and
each
animal
felt
that
his
skin
was
now
as
tight
as
was
decently
safe
,
and
that
by
this
time
he
did
n't
care
a
hang
for
anybody
or
anything
,
they
gathered
round
the
glowing
embers
of
the
great
wood
fire
,
and
thought
how
jolly
it
was
to
be
sitting
up
so
late
,
and
so
independent
,
and
so
full
;
and
after
they
had
chatted
for
a
time
about
things
in
general
,
the
Badger
said
heartily
,
"
Now
then
!
tell
us
the
news
from
your
part
of
the
world
.
How
's
old
Toad
going
on
?
"
