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The Open Road
He’stiredofit,anddonewithit.Iwonderwhatnewfadhehastakenupnow?Comealongandlet’slookhimup.Weshallhearallaboutitquitesoonenough."
Theydisembarked,andstrolledacrossthegayflower-deckedlawnsinsearchofToad,whomtheypresentlyhappeneduponrestinginawickergarden-chair,withapre-occupiedexpressionofface,andalargemapspreadoutonhisknees.
"Hooray!"hecried,jumpinguponseeingthem,"thisissplendid!"Heshookthepawsofbothofthemwarmly,neverwaitingforanintroductiontotheMole."Howkindofyou!"hewenton,dancingroundthem."Iwasjustgoingtosendaboatdowntheriverforyou,Ratty,withstrictordersthatyouweretobefetcheduphereatonce,whateveryouweredoing.Iwantyoubadly—bothofyou.Nowwhatwillyoutake?Comeinsideandhavesomething!Youdon’tknowhowluckyitis,yourturningupjustnow!"
"Let’ssitquietabit,Toady!"saidtheRat,throwinghimselfintoaneasychair,whiletheMoletookanotherbythesideofhimandmadesomecivilremarkaboutToad’s"delightfulresidence."
"Finesthouseonthewholeriver,"criedToadboisterously."Oranywhereelse,forthatmatter,"hecouldnothelpadding.
HeretheRatnudgedtheMole.UnfortunatelytheToadsawhimdoit,andturnedveryred.Therewasamoment’spainfulsilence.ThenToadburstoutlaughing."Allright,Ratty,"hesaid."It’sonlymyway,youknow.
