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The
Mole
subsided
forlornly
on
a
tree
stump
and
tried
to
control
himself
,
for
he
felt
it
surely
coming
.
The
sob
he
had
fought
with
so
long
refused
to
be
beaten
.
Up
and
up
,
it
forced
its
way
to
the
air
,
and
then
another
,
and
another
,
and
others
thick
and
fast
;
till
poor
Mole
at
last
gave
up
the
struggle
,
and
cried
freely
and
helplessly
and
openly
,
now
that
he
knew
it
was
all
over
and
he
had
lost
what
he
could
hardly
be
said
to
have
found
.
The
Rat
,
astonished
and
dismayed
at
the
violence
of
Mole
's
paroxysm
of
grief
,
did
not
dare
to
speak
for
a
while
.
At
last
he
said
,
very
quietly
and
sympathetically
,
"
What
is
it
,
old
fellow
?
Whatever
can
be
the
matter
?
Tell
us
your
trouble
,
and
let
me
see
what
I
can
do
.
"
Poor
Mole
found
it
difficult
to
get
any
words
out
between
the
upheavals
of
his
chest
that
followed
one
upon
another
so
quickly
and
held
back
speech
and
choked
it
as
it
came
.
"
I
know
it
's
a
--
shabby
,
dingy
little
place
,
"
he
sobbed
forth
at
last
brokenly
:
"
not
like
--
your
cosy
quarters
--
or
Toad
's
beautiful
hall
--
or
Badger
's
great
house
--
but
it
was
my
own
little
home
--
and
I
was
fond
of
it
--
and
I
went
away
and
forgot
all
about
it
--
and
then
I
smelt
it
suddenly
--
on
the
road
,
when
I
called
and
you
would
n't
listen
,
Rat
--
and
everything
came
back
to
me
with
a
rush
--
and
I
wanted
it
!
--
O
dear
,
O
dear
!
--
and
when
you
would
n't
turn
back
,
Ratty
--
and
I
had
to
leave
it
,
though
I
was
smelling
it
all
the
time
--
I
thought
my
heart
would
break
.
--
We
might
have
just
gone
and
had
one
look
at
it
,
Ratty
--
only
one
look
--
it
was
close
by
--
but
you
would
n't
turn
back
,
Ratty
,
you
would
n't
turn
back
!
O
dear
,
O
dear
!
"
Recollection
brought
fresh
waves
of
sorrow
,
and
sobs
again
took
full
charge
of
him
,
preventing
further
speech
.
The
Rat
stared
straight
in
front
of
him
,
saying
nothing
,
only
patting
Mole
gently
on
the
shoulder
.
After
a
time
he
muttered
gloomily
,
"
I
see
it
all
now
!
What
a
pig
I
have
been
!
A
pig
--
that
's
me
!
Just
a
pig
--
a
plain
pig
!
"
He
waited
till
Mole
's
sobs
became
gradually
less
stormy
and
more
rhythmical
;
he
waited
till
at
last
sniffs
were
frequent
and
sobs
only
intermittent
.
Then
he
rose
from
his
seat
,
and
,
remarking
carelessly
,
"
Well
,
now
we
'd
really
better
be
getting
on
,
old
chap
!
"
set
off
up
the
road
again
over
the
toilsome
way
they
had
come
.
"
Wherever
are
you
(
hic
)
going
to
(
hic
)
,
Ratty
?
"
cried
the
tearful
Mole
,
looking
up
in
alarm
.
"
We
're
going
to
find
that
home
of
yours
,
old
fellow
,
"
replied
the
Rat
pleasantly
;
"
so
you
had
better
come
along
,
for
it
will
take
some
finding
,
and
we
shall
want
your
nose
.
"
