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"What are you looking at?" said the Rat presently, when the edge of their hunger was somewhat dulled, and the Mole's eyes were able to wander off the table-cloth a little. "I am looking," said the Mole, "at a streak of bubbles that I see travelling along the surface of the water. That is a thing that strikes me as funny." "Bubbles?
It was the Rat, and he was evidently laughing the Mole could FEEL him laughing, right down his arm and through his paw, and so into his the Mole's neck.
"I'm too busy to do it myself." "Certainly I will!" Jasper Jay cried. "Leave that to me!" And he hurried off at once to find Grandfather Mole. Jasper was lucky enough to see Grandfather Mole's head sticking out of the ground, when he reached the garden. "I have a message for you!" Jasper told him. "My cousin Mr. Crow the old black rascal! was going to punish you for stealing corn.
He could not hope to reach the Tocsin, much less effect her rescue, without warning the inmates of this house that loomed up before him now, without a fight with the Mole and the Mole's gangsters.
"And I will lose my life rather than harm should come to these dear girls." Hunston turned and faced him savagely. "If you know me, Mole," he said meaningly, "then beware of me." Mole's only reply was to grapple with him with all his strength. But the foolish old man was hurled to the ground, and then one of the brigands fell upon him, brandishing a huge knife.
Meadow Mouse was always extremely polite and ready to run at a moment's notice. During corn-planting time Mr. Meadow Mouse went regularly down into a gallery of Grandfather Mole's that ran under a corner of the cornfield. And somehow he soon grew quite plump. Now, Grandfather Mole had met Mr. Meadow Mouse two or three times in that particular gallery.
Robin hoped to capture the biggest angleworm in the garden. So the very next time he happened to find her at work there he offered her another bit of unsought advice. And Mrs. Robin liked it no better than any other of Grandfather Mole's counsels. "Don't waste your valuable time looking for the biggest angleworm in the garden!" he told her. "I've caught him already." Well, for once Mrs.
The Mole's straps were for you the little cords with which you are so familiar in turfy soil. You broke them, as well as the hammock of the previous experiment, just as you sever with the blades of your shears any natural thread stretching across your catacombs. It is an indispensable trick of your trade.
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.
The best kind of a "dabster" is made from a mole's skin. The common marbles used by boys everywhere are called mibs, fivers, commies, migs, megs, alleys, and dubs. A very large marble is a bumbo and a very small one a peawee. Glass marbles are called crystals and those made of agate are called reals. The choicest real is supposed to be green and is called a "mossic" or "moss real."
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