‘You’re getting on
fairly well, though you splash a good bit still. With a great deal of patience,
and any quantity of coaching, you may —’
‘O, pooh! boating!’
interrupted the Toad, in great disgust. ‘Silly boyish amusement. I’ve given
that up long ago. Sheer waste of time, that’s what it is. It makes me
downright sorry to see you fellows, who ought to know better, spending all your
energies in that aimless manner. No, I’ve discovered the real thing, the only
genuine occupation for a life time. I propose to devote the remainder of mine
to it, and can only regret the wasted years that lie behind me, squandered in
trivialities. Come with me, dear Ratty, and your amiable friend also, if he
will be so very good, just as far as the stable-yard, and you shall see what
you shall see!’
He led the way
to the stable-yard accordingly, the Rat following with a most mistrustful
expression; and there, drawn out of the coach house into the open, they saw a
gipsy caravan, shining with newness, painted a canary-yellow picked out with green,
and red wheels.
‘There you
are!’ cried the Toad, straddling and expanding himself. ‘There’s real life for
you, embodied in that little cart. The open road, the dusty highway, the heath,
the common, the hedgerows, the rolling downs! Camps, villages, towns, cities!
Here to-day, up and off to somewhere else to-morrow! Travel, change, interest,
excitement! The whole world before you, and a horizon that’s always changing!
And mind! this is the very finest cart of its sort that was ever built, without
any exception. Come inside and look at the arrangements. Planned ’em all
myself, I did!’
The Mole was
tremendously interested and excited, and followed him eagerly up the steps and
into the interior of the caravan. The Rat only snorted and thrust his hands
deep into his pockets, remaining where he was.
It was indeed
very compact and comfortable. Little sleeping bunks — a little table that
folded up against the wall — a cooking-stove, lockers, bookshelves, a bird-cage
with a bird in it; and pots, pans, jugs and kettles of every size and variety.
‘All
complete!’ said the Toad triumphantly, pulling open a locker. ‘You see — biscuits,
potted lobster, sardines — everything you can possibly want. Soda-water here —
baccy there — letter-paper, bacon, jam, cards and dominoes — you’ll find,’ he
continued, as they descended the steps again, ‘you’ll find that nothing what
ever has been forgotten, when we make our start this afternoon.’
‘I beg your
pardon,’ said the Rat slowly, as he chewed a straw, ‘but did I overhear you say
something about “we,” and “start,” and “this afternoon?”’
‘Now, you dear
good old Ratty,’ said Toad, imploringly, ‘don’t begin talking in that stiff and
sniffy sort of way, because you know you’ve got to come. I can’t
possibly manage without you, so please consider it settled, and don’t argue —
it’s the one thing I can’t stand. You surely don’t mean to stick to your dull
fusty old river all your life, and just live in a hole in a bank, and boat?
I want to show you the world! I’m going to make an animal of you, my
boy!’
‘I don’t
care,’ said the Rat, doggedly. ‘I’m not coming, and that’s flat. And I am
going to stick to my old river, and live in a hole, and boat, as
I’ve always done. And what’s more, Mole’s going to stick me and do as I do,
aren’t you, Mole?’
‘Of course I
am,’ said the Mole, loyally. ‘I’ll always stick to you, Rat, and what you say
is to be — has got to be. All the same, it sounds as if it might have been —
well, rather fun, you know!’ he added, wistfully. Poor Mole! The Life
Adventurous was so new a thing to him, and so thrilling; and this fresh aspect
of it was so tempting; and he had fallen in love at first sight with the
canary-coloured cart and all its little fitments.
The Rat saw
what was passing in his mind, and wavered. He hated disappointing people, and
he was fond of the Mole, and would do almost anything to oblige him. Toad was
watching both of them closely.
‘Come along
in, and have some lunch,’ he said, diplomatically, ‘and we’ll talk it over. We
needn’t decide anything in a hurry. Of course, I don’t really care. I
only want to give pleasure to you fellows.
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