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The
field-mouse
addressed
got
up
on
his
legs
,
giggled
shyly
,
looked
round
the
room
,
and
remained
absolutely
tongue-tied
.
His
comrades
cheered
him
on
,
Mole
coaxed
and
encouraged
him
,
and
the
Rat
went
so
far
as
to
take
him
by
the
shoulders
and
shake
him
;
but
nothing
could
overcome
his
stage-fright
.
They
were
all
busily
engaged
on
him
like
watermen
applying
the
Royal
Humane
Society
's
regulations
to
a
case
of
long
submersion
,
when
the
latch
clicked
,
the
door
opened
,
and
the
field-mouse
with
the
lantern
reappeared
,
staggering
under
the
weight
of
his
basket
.
There
was
no
more
talk
of
play-acting
once
the
very
real
and
solid
contents
of
the
basket
had
been
tumbled
out
on
the
table
.
Under
the
generalship
of
Rat
,
everybody
was
set
to
do
something
or
to
fetch
something
.
In
a
very
few
minutes
supper
was
ready
,
and
Mole
,
as
he
took
the
head
of
the
table
in
a
sort
of
a
dream
,
saw
a
lately
barren
board
set
thick
with
savoury
comforts
;
saw
his
little
friends
'
faces
brighten
and
beam
as
they
fell
to
without
delay
;
and
then
let
himself
loose
--
for
he
was
famished
indeed
--
on
the
provender
so
magically
provided
,
thinking
what
a
happy
home-coming
this
had
turned
out
,
after
all
.
As
they
ate
,
they
talked
of
old
times
,
and
the
field-mice
gave
him
the
local
gossip
up
to
date
,
and
answered
as
well
as
they
could
the
hundred
questions
he
had
to
ask
them
.
The
Rat
said
little
or
nothing
,
only
taking
care
that
each
guest
had
what
he
wanted
,
and
plenty
of
it
,
and
that
Mole
had
no
trouble
or
anxiety
about
anything
.
They
clattered
off
at
last
,
very
grateful
and
showering
wishes
of
the
season
,
with
their
jacket
pockets
stuffed
with
remembrances
for
the
small
brothers
and
sisters
at
home
.
When
the
door
had
closed
on
the
last
of
them
and
the
chink
of
the
lanterns
had
died
away
,
Mole
and
Rat
kicked
the
fire
up
,
drew
their
chairs
in
,
brewed
themselves
a
last
nightcap
of
mulled
ale
,
and
discussed
the
events
of
the
long
day
.
At
last
the
Rat
,
with
a
tremendous
yawn
,
said
,
"
Mole
,
old
chap
,
I
'm
ready
to
drop
.
Sleepy
is
simply
not
the
word
.
That
your
own
bunk
over
on
that
side
?
Very
well
,
then
,
I
'll
take
this
What
a
ripping
little
house
this
is
!
Everything
so
handy
!
"
He
clambered
into
his
bunk
and
rolled
himself
well
up
in
the
blankets
,
and
slumber
gathered
him
forthwith
,
as
a
swathe
of
barley
is
folded
into
the
arms
of
the
reaping
machine
.
The
weary
Mole
also
was
glad
to
turn
in
without
delay
,
and
soon
had
his
head
on
his
pillow
,
in
great
joy
and
contentment
.
But
ere
he
closed
his
eyes
he
let
them
wander
round
his
old
room
,
mellow
in
the
glow
of
the
firelight
that
played
or
rested
on
familiar
and
friendly
things
which
had
long
been
unconsciously
a
part
of
him
,
and
now
smilingly
received
him
back
,
without
rancour
.
He
was
now
in
just
the
frame
of
mind
that
the
tactful
Rat
had
quietly
worked
to
bring
about
in
him
.
He
saw
clearly
how
plain
and
simple
--
how
narrow
,
even
--
it
all
was
;
but
clearly
,
too
,
how
much
it
all
meant
to
him
,
and
the
special
value
of
some
such
anchorage
in
one
's
existence
.
He
did
not
at
all
want
to
abandon
the
new
life
and
its
splendid
spaces
,
to
turn
his
back
on
sun
and
air
and
all
they
offered
him
and
creep
home
and
stay
there
;
the
upper
world
was
all
too
strong
,
it
called
to
him
still
,
even
down
there
,
and
he
knew
he
must
return
to
the
larger
stage
.
But
it
was
good
to
think
he
had
this
to
come
back
to
,
this
place
which
was
all
his
own
,
these
things
which
were
so
glad
to
see
him
again
and
could
always
be
counted
upon
for
the
same
simple
welcome
.
IT
was
a
bright
morning
in
the
early
part
of
summer
;
the
river
had
resumed
its
wonted
banks
and
its
accustomed
pace
,
and
a
hot
sun
seemed
to
be
pulling
everything
green
and
bushy
and
spiky
up
out
of
the
earth
towards
him
,
as
if
by
strings
.
The
Mole
and
the
Water
Rat
had
been
up
since
dawn
,
very
busy
on
matters
connected
with
boats
and
the
opening
of
the
boating
season
;
painting
and
varnishing
,
mending
paddles
,
repairing
cushions
,
hunting
for
missing
boat-hooks
,
and
so
on
;
and
were
finishing
breakfast
in
their
little
parlour
and
eagerly
discussing
their
plans
for
the
day
,
when
a
heavy
knock
sounded
at
the
door
.
"
Bother
!
"
said
the
Rat
,
all
over
egg
.
"
See
who
it
is
,
Mole
,
like
a
good
chap
,
since
you
've
finished
.
"
The
Mole
went
to
attend
the
summons
,
and
the
Rat
heard
him
utter
a
cry
of
surprise
.
Then
he
flung
the
parlour
door
open
,
and
announced
with
much
importance
,
"
Mr.
Badger
!
"
