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"
He
did
it
awfully
well
,
"
said
the
crestfallen
Rat
.
"
He
did
you
awfully
well
!
"
rejoined
the
Badger
hotly
.
"
However
,
talking
wo
n't
mend
matters
.
He
's
got
clear
away
for
the
time
,
that
's
certain
;
and
the
worst
of
it
is
,
he
'll
be
so
conceited
with
what
he
'll
think
is
his
cleverness
that
he
may
commit
any
folly
.
One
comfort
is
,
we
're
free
now
,
and
need
n't
waste
any
more
of
our
precious
time
doing
sentry-go
.
But
we
'd
better
continue
to
sleep
at
Toad
Hall
for
a
while
longer
.
Toad
may
be
brought
back
at
any
moment
--
on
a
stretcher
,
or
between
two
policemen
.
"
So
spoke
the
Badger
,
not
knowing
what
the
future
held
in
store
,
or
how
much
water
,
and
of
how
turbid
a
character
,
was
to
run
under
bridges
before
Toad
should
sit
at
ease
again
in
his
ancestral
Hall
.
Meanwhile
,
Toad
,
gay
and
irresponsible
,
was
walking
briskly
along
the
high
road
,
some
miles
from
home
.
At
first
he
had
taken
by-paths
,
and
crossed
many
fields
,
and
changed
his
course
several
times
,
in
case
of
pursuit
;
but
now
,
feeling
by
this
time
safe
from
recapture
,
and
the
sun
smiling
brightly
on
him
,
and
all
Nature
joining
in
a
chorus
of
approval
to
the
song
of
self-praise
that
his
own
heart
was
singing
to
him
,
he
almost
danced
along
the
road
in
his
satisfaction
and
conceit
.
"
Smart
piece
of
work
that
!
"
he
remarked
to
himself
chuckling
.
"
Brain
against
brute
force
--
and
brain
came
out
on
the
top
--
as
it
's
bound
to
do
.
Poor
old
Ratty
!
My
!
wo
n't
he
catch
it
when
the
Badger
gets
back
!
A
worthy
fellow
,
Ratty
,
with
many
good
qualities
,
but
very
little
intelligence
and
absolutely
no
education
.
I
must
take
him
in
hand
some
day
,
and
see
if
I
can
make
something
of
him
.
"
Filled
full
of
conceited
thoughts
such
as
these
he
strode
along
,
his
head
in
the
air
,
till
he
reached
a
little
town
,
where
the
sign
of
"
The
Red
Lion
,
"
swinging
across
the
road
half-way
down
the
main
street
,
reminded
him
that
he
had
not
breakfasted
that
day
,
and
that
he
was
exceedingly
hungry
after
his
long
walk
.
He
marched
into
the
Inn
,
ordered
the
best
luncheon
that
could
be
provided
at
so
short
a
notice
,
and
sat
down
to
eat
it
in
the
coffee-room
.
He
was
about
half-way
through
his
meal
when
an
only
too
familiar
sound
,
approaching
down
the
street
,
made
him
start
and
fall
a-trembling
all
over
.
The
poop-poop
!
drew
nearer
and
nearer
,
the
car
could
be
heard
to
turn
into
the
inn-yard
and
come
to
a
stop
,
and
Toad
had
to
hold
on
to
the
leg
of
the
table
to
conceal
his
over-mastering
emotion
.
Presently
the
party
entered
the
coffee-room
,
hungry
,
talkative
,
and
gay
,
voluble
on
their
experiences
of
the
morning
and
the
merits
of
the
chariot
that
had
brought
them
along
so
well
.
Toad
listened
eagerly
,
all
ears
,
for
a
time
;
at
last
he
could
stand
it
no
longer
.
He
slipped
out
of
the
room
quietly
,
paid
his
bill
at
the
bar
,
and
as
soon
as
he
got
outside
sauntered
round
quietly
to
the
inn-yard
.
"
There
can
not
be
any
harm
,
"
he
said
to
himself
,
"
in
my
only
just
looking
at
it
!
"
The
car
stood
in
the
middle
of
the
yard
,
quite
unattended
,
the
stable-helps
and
other
hangers-on
being
all
at
their
dinner
.
Toad
walked
slowly
round
it
,
inspecting
,
criticising
,
musing
deeply
.
