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Joy
was
hers
in
the
morning
!
And
then
they
heard
the
angels
tell
"
Who
were
the
first
to
cry
Nowell
?
Animals
all
,
as
it
befell
,
In
the
stable
where
they
did
dwell
!
Joy
shall
be
theirs
in
the
morning
!
"
The
voices
ceased
,
the
singers
,
bashful
but
smiling
,
exchanged
sidelong
glances
,
and
silence
succeeded
--
but
for
a
moment
only
.
Then
,
from
up
above
and
far
away
,
down
the
tunnel
they
had
so
lately
travelled
was
borne
to
their
ears
in
a
faint
musical
hum
the
sound
of
distant
bells
ringing
a
joyful
and
clangorous
peal
.
"
Very
well
sung
,
boys
!
"
cried
the
Rat
heartily
.
"
And
now
come
along
in
,
all
of
you
,
and
warm
yourselves
by
the
fire
,
and
have
something
hot
!
"
"
Yes
,
come
along
,
field-mice
,
"
cried
the
Mole
eagerly
.
"
This
is
quite
like
old
times
!
Shut
the
door
after
you
.
Pull
up
that
settle
to
the
fire
.
Now
,
you
just
wait
a
minute
,
while
we
--
O
,
Ratty
!
"
he
cried
in
despair
,
plumping
down
on
a
seat
,
with
tears
impending
.
"
Whatever
are
we
doing
?
We
've
nothing
to
give
them
!
"
