...my wants are few, and at any rate I had peace and quietness and wasn't always being asked to come along and <i>do</i> something. And I've got such… - Kenneth Grahame

stopped rowing as the liquid run of that glad piping broke on him like a wave, caught him up, and possessed him utterly.

Rat!' he found breath to whisper, shaking. `Are you afraid?'

`Afraid?' murmured the Rat, his eyes shining with unutterable love. `Afraid! Of him? O, never, never! And yet — and yet — O, Mole, I am afraid!

Sometimes, in the course of long summer evenings, the friends would take a stroll together in the Wild Wood, now successfully tamed so far as they were concerned; and it was pleasing to see how respectfully they were greeted by the inhabitants, and how