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It
was
close
and
airless
,
and
the
earthy
smell
was
strong
,
and
it
seemed
a
long
time
to
Rat
ere
the
passage
ended
and
he
could
stand
erect
and
stretch
and
shake
himself
.
The
Mole
struck
a
match
,
and
by
its
light
the
Rat
saw
that
they
were
standing
in
an
open
space
,
neatly
swept
and
sanded
underfoot
,
and
directly
facing
them
was
Mole
's
little
front
door
,
with
"
Mole
End
"
painted
,
in
Gothic
lettering
,
over
the
bell-pull
at
the
side
.
Mole
reached
down
a
lantern
from
a
nail
on
the
wall
and
lit
it
,
and
the
Rat
,
looking
round
him
,
saw
that
they
were
in
a
sort
of
fore-court
.
A
garden-seat
stood
on
one
side
of
the
door
,
and
on
the
other
a
roller
;
for
the
Mole
,
who
was
a
tidy
animal
when
at
home
,
could
not
stand
having
his
ground
kicked
up
by
other
animals
into
little
runs
that
ended
in
earth-heaps
.
On
the
walls
hung
wire
baskets
with
ferns
in
them
,
alternating
with
brackets
carrying
plaster
statuary
--
Garibaldi
,
and
the
infant
Samuel
,
and
Queen
Victoria
,
and
other
heroes
of
modern
Italy
.
Down
on
one
side
of
the
fore-court
ran
a
skittle-alley
,
with
benches
along
it
and
little
wooden
tables
marked
with
rings
that
hinted
at
beer-mugs
.
In
the
middle
was
a
small
round
pond
containing
gold-fish
and
surrounded
by
a
cockle-shell
border
.
Out
of
the
centre
of
the
pond
rose
a
fanciful
erection
clothed
in
more
cockle-shells
and
topped
by
a
large
silvered
glass
ball
that
reflected
everything
all
wrong
and
had
a
very
pleasing
effect
.
Mole
's
face
beamed
at
the
sight
of
all
these
objects
so
dear
to
him
,
and
he
hurried
Rat
through
the
door
,
lit
a
lamp
in
the
hall
,
and
took
one
glance
round
his
old
home
.
He
saw
the
dust
lying
thick
on
everything
,
saw
the
cheerless
,
deserted
look
of
the
long-neglected
house
,
and
its
narrow
,
meagre
dimensions
,
its
worn
and
shabby
contents
--
and
collapsed
again
on
a
hall-chair
,
his
nose
to
his
paws
.
"
O
Ratty
!
"
he
cried
dismally
,
"
why
ever
did
I
do
it
?
Why
did
I
bring
you
to
this
poor
,
cold
little
place
,
on
a
night
like
this
,
when
you
might
have
been
at
River
Bank
by
this
time
,
toasting
your
toes
before
a
blazing
fire
,
with
all
your
own
nice
things
about
you
!
"
The
Rat
paid
no
heed
to
his
doleful
self-reproaches
.
He
was
running
here
and
there
,
opening
doors
,
inspecting
rooms
and
cupboards
,
and
lighting
lamps
and
candles
and
sticking
them
up
everywhere
.
"
What
a
capital
little
house
this
is
!
"
he
called
out
cheerily
.
"
So
compact
!
So
well
planned
!
Everything
here
and
everything
in
its
place
!
We
'll
make
a
jolly
night
of
it
.
The
first
thing
we
want
is
a
good
fire
;
I
'll
see
to
that
--
I
always
know
where
to
find
things
.
So
this
is
the
parlour
?
Splendid
!
Your
own
idea
,
those
little
sleeping-bunks
in
the
wall
?
Capital
!
Now
,
I
'll
fetch
the
wood
and
the
coals
,
and
you
get
a
duster
,
Mole
--
you
'll
find
one
in
the
drawer
of
the
kitchen
table
--
and
try
and
smarten
things
up
a
bit
.
Bustle
about
,
old
chap
!
"
Encouraged
by
his
inspiriting
companion
,
the
Mole
roused
himself
and
dusted
and
polished
with
energy
and
heartiness
,
while
the
Rat
,
running
to
and
fro
with
armfuls
of
fuel
,
soon
had
a
cheerful
blaze
roaring
up
the
chimney
.
He
hailed
the
Mole
to
come
and
warm
himself
;
but
Mole
promptly
had
another
fit
of
the
blues
,
dropping
down
on
a
couch
in
dark
despair
and
burying
his
face
in
his
duster
.
"
Rat
,
"
he
moaned
,
"
how
about
your
supper
,
you
poor
,
cold
,
hungry
,
weary
animal
?
I
've
nothing
to
give
you
--
nothing
--
not
a
crumb
!
"
"
What
a
fellow
you
are
for
giving
in
!
"
said
the
Rat
reproachfully
.
"
Why
,
only
just
now
I
saw
a
sardine-opener
on
the
kitchen
dresser
,
quite
distinctly
;
and
everybody
knows
that
means
there
are
sardines
about
somewhere
in
the
neighbourhood
.
Rouse
yourself
!
pull
yourself
together
,
and
come
with
me
and
forage
.
"
They
went
and
foraged
accordingly
,
hunting
through
every
cupboard
and
turning
out
every
drawer
.
The
result
was
not
so
very
depressing
after
all
,
though
of
course
it
might
have
been
better
;
a
tin
of
sardines
--
a
box
of
captain
's
biscuits
,
nearly
full
--
and
a
German
sausage
encased
in
silver
paper
.
"
There
's
a
banquet
for
you
!
"
observed
the
Rat
,
as
he
arranged
the
table
.
"
I
know
some
animals
who
would
give
their
ears
to
be
sitting
down
to
supper
with
us
to-night
!
"
