'What, that child?' said the Mole lightly. Little Portly is missing again and you know what a lot his father thinks of him, though he never says much about it.' But I felt a brute all the time, as it was clear to me they were very unhappy, though they tried to hide it. And they made things as jolly for me as ever they could, right up to the moment I left. 'You stayed to supper, of course?' said the Mole presently. 'O, the blessed coolness!' he said, and sat down, gazing thoughtfully into the river, silent and pre-occupied. The Rat's light footfall was presently heard approaching over the parched grass. It was still too hot to think of staying indoors, so he lay on some cool dock-leaves, and thought over the past day and its doings, and how very good they all had been. He had been on the river with some companions, leaving the Water Rat free to keep a engagement of long standing with Otter and he had come back to find the house dark and deserted, and no sign of Rat, who was doubtless keeping it up late with his old comrade. Mole lay stretched on the bank, still panting from the stress of the fierce day that had been cloudless from dawn to late sunset, and waited for his friend to return. Though it was past ten o'clock at night, the sky still clung to and retained some lingering skirts of light from the departed day and the sullen heats of the torrid afternoon broke up and rolled away at the dispersing touch of the cool fingers of the short midsummer night. The Willow-Wren was twittering his thin little song, hidden himself in the dark selvedge of the river bank. You should visit Browse Happy and update your internet browser today!
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