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"
What
's
inside
it
?
"
asked
the
Mole
,
wriggling
with
curiosity
.
"
There
's
cold
chicken
inside
it
,
"
replied
the
Rat
briefly
:
"
coldtonguecoldhamcoldbeefpickledgherkinssaladfrenchrolls
--
cresssandwichespottedmeatgingerbeerlemonadesodawater
--
"
"
O
stop
,
stop
!
"
cried
the
Mole
in
ecstasies
.
"
This
is
too
much
!
"
"
Do
you
really
think
so
?
"
enquired
the
Rat
seriously
.
"
It
's
only
what
I
always
take
on
these
little
excursions
;
and
the
other
animals
are
always
telling
me
that
I
'm
a
mean
beast
and
cut
it
very
fine
!
"
The
Mole
never
heard
a
word
he
was
saying
.
Absorbed
in
the
new
life
he
was
entering
upon
,
intoxicated
with
the
sparkle
,
the
ripple
,
the
scents
and
the
sounds
and
the
sunlight
,
he
trailed
a
paw
in
the
water
and
dreamed
long
waking
dreams
.
The
Water
Rat
,
like
the
good
little
fellow
he
was
,
sculled
steadily
on
and
forbore
to
disturb
him
.
"
I
like
your
clothes
awfully
,
old
chap
,
"
he
remarked
after
some
half
an
hour
or
so
had
passed
.
"
I
'm
going
to
get
a
black
velvet
smoking-suit
myself
some
day
,
as
soon
as
I
can
afford
it
.
"
"
I
beg
your
pardon
,
"
said
the
Mole
,
pulling
himself
together
with
an
effort
.
"
You
must
think
me
very
rude
;
but
all
this
is
so
new
to
me
.
So
--
this
--
is
--
a
--
River
!
"
