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Casually
,
then
,
and
with
seeming
indifference
,
the
Mole
turned
his
talk
to
the
harvest
that
was
being
gathered
in
,
the
towering
wagons
and
their
straining
teams
,
the
growing
ricks
,
and
the
large
moon
rising
over
bare
acres
dotted
with
sheaves
.
He
talked
of
the
reddening
apples
around
,
of
the
browning
nuts
,
of
jams
and
preserves
and
the
distilling
of
cordials
;
till
by
easy
stages
such
as
these
he
reached
midwinter
,
its
hearty
joys
and
its
snug
home
life
,
and
then
he
became
simply
lyrical
.
By
degrees
the
Rat
began
to
sit
up
and
to
join
in
.
His
dull
eye
brightened
,
and
he
lost
some
of
his
listening
air
.
Presently
the
tactful
Mole
slipped
away
and
returned
with
a
pencil
and
a
few
half-sheets
of
paper
,
which
he
placed
on
the
table
at
his
friend
's
elbow
.
"
It
's
quite
a
long
time
since
you
did
any
poetry
,
"
he
remarked
.
"
You
might
have
a
try
at
it
this
evening
,
instead
of
--
well
,
brooding
over
things
so
much
.
I
've
an
idea
that
you
'll
feel
a
lot
better
when
you
've
got
something
jotted
down
--
if
it
's
only
just
the
rhymes
.
"
The
Rat
pushed
the
paper
away
from
him
wearily
,
but
the
discreet
Mole
took
occasion
to
leave
the
room
,
and
when
he
peeped
in
again
some
time
later
,
the
Rat
was
absorbed
and
deaf
to
the
world
;
alternately
scribbling
and
sucking
the
top
of
his
pencil
.
It
is
true
that
he
sucked
a
good
deal
more
than
he
scribbled
;
but
it
was
joy
to
the
Mole
to
know
that
the
cure
had
at
least
begun
.
THE
front
door
of
the
hollow
tree
faced
eastwards
,
so
Toad
was
called
at
an
early
hour
;
partly
by
the
bright
sunlight
streaming
in
on
him
,
partly
by
the
exceeding
coldness
of
his
toes
,
which
made
him
dream
that
he
was
at
home
in
bed
in
his
own
handsome
room
with
the
Tudor
window
,
on
a
cold
winter
's
night
,
and
his
bed-clothes
had
got
up
,
grumbling
and
protesting
they
could
n't
stand
the
cold
any
longer
,
and
had
run
downstairs
to
the
kitchen
fire
to
warm
themselves
;
and
he
had
followed
,
on
bare
feet
,
along
miles
and
miles
of
icy
stone-paved
passages
,
arguing
and
beseeching
them
to
be
reasonable
.
He
would
probably
have
been
aroused
much
earlier
,
had
he
not
slept
for
some
weeks
on
straw
over
stone
flags
,
and
almost
forgotten
the
friendly
feeling
of
thick
blankets
pulled
well
up
round
the
chin
.
Sitting
up
,
he
rubbed
his
eyes
first
and
his
complaining
toes
next
,
wondered
for
a
moment
where
he
was
,
looking
round
for
familiar
stone
wall
and
little
barred
window
;
then
,
with
a
leap
of
the
heart
,
remembered
everything
--
his
escape
,
his
flight
,
his
pursuit
;
remembered
,
first
and
best
thing
of
all
,
that
he
was
free
!
Free
!
The
word
and
the
thought
alone
were
worth
fifty
blankets
.
He
was
warm
from
end
to
end
as
he
thought
of
the
jolly
world
outside
,
waiting
eagerly
for
him
to
make
his
triumphal
entrance
,
ready
to
serve
him
and
play
up
to
him
,
anxious
to
help
him
and
to
keep
him
company
,
as
it
always
had
been
in
days
of
old
before
misfortune
fell
upon
him
.
He
shook
himself
and
combed
the
dry
leaves
out
of
his
hair
with
his
fingers
;
and
,
his
toilet
complete
,
marched
forth
into
the
comfortable
morning
sun
,
cold
but
confident
,
hungry
but
hopeful
,
all
nervous
terrors
of
yesterday
dispelled
by
rest
and
sleep
and
frank
and
heartening
sunshine
.
He
had
the
world
all
to
himself
,
that
early
summer
morning
.
The
dewy
woodland
,
as
he
threaded
it
,
was
solitary
and
still
:
the
green
fields
that
succeeded
the
trees
were
his
own
to
do
as
he
liked
with
;
the
road
itself
,
when
he
reached
it
,
in
that
loneliness
that
was
everywhere
,
seemed
,
like
a
stray
dog
,
to
be
looking
anxiously
for
company
.
Toad
,
however
,
was
looking
for
something
that
could
talk
,
and
tell
him
clearly
which
way
he
ought
to
go
.
It
is
all
very
well
,
when
you
have
a
light
heart
,
and
a
clear
conscience
,
and
money
in
your
pocket
,
and
nobody
scouring
the
country
for
you
to
drag
you
off
to
prison
again
,
to
follow
where
the
road
beckons
and
points
,
not
caring
whither
.
The
practical
Toad
cared
very
much
indeed
,
and
he
could
have
kicked
the
road
for
its
helpless
silence
when
every
minute
was
of
importance
to
him
.
