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The Wild Wood
Verythoughtlessofhim,Icallit.WhenIgethomeIshallgoandcomplainaboutitto—tosomebodyorother,seeifIdon’t!"
"O,dear!O,dear!"criedtheRat,indespairathisobtuseness."Here,stoparguingandcomeandscrape!"Andhesettoworkagainandmadethesnowflyinalldirectionsaroundhim.
Aftersomefurthertoilhiseffortswererewarded,andaveryshabbydoor-matlayexposedtoview.
"There,whatdidItellyou?"exclaimedtheRatingreattriumph.
"Absolutelynothingwhatever,"repliedtheMole,withperfecttruthfulness."Well,now,"hewenton,"youseemtohavefoundanotherpieceofdomesticlitter,doneforandthrownaway,andIsupposeyou’reperfectlyhappy.Bettergoaheadanddanceyourjigroundthatifyou’vegotto,andgetitover,andthenperhapswecangoonandnotwasteanymoretimeoverrubbish-heaps.Canweeatadoor-mat?Orsleepunderadoor-mat?Orsitonadoor-matandsledgehomeoverthesnowonit,youexasperatingrodent?"
"Do—you—mean—to—say,"criedtheexcitedRat,"thatthisdoor-matdoesn’ttellyouanything?"
"Really,Rat,"saidtheMole,quitepettishly,"Ithinkwe’vehadenoughofthisfolly.Whoeverheardofadoor-mattellinganyoneanything?Theysimplydon’tdoit.Theyarenotthatsortatall.Door-matsknowtheirplace.