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"
What
are
you
looking
at
?
"
said
the
Rat
presently
,
when
the
edge
of
their
hunger
was
somewhat
dulled
,
and
the
Mole
's
eyes
were
able
to
wander
off
the
table-cloth
a
little
.
"
I
am
looking
,
"
said
the
Mole
,
"
at
a
streak
of
bubbles
that
I
see
travelling
along
the
surface
of
the
water
.
That
is
a
thing
that
strikes
me
as
funny
.
"
"
Bubbles
?
Oho
!
"
said
the
Rat
,
and
chirruped
cheerily
in
an
inviting
sort
of
way
.
A
broad
glistening
muzzle
showed
itself
above
the
edge
of
the
bank
,
and
the
Otter
hauled
himself
out
and
shook
the
water
from
his
coat
.
"
Greedy
beggars
!
"
he
observed
,
making
for
the
provender
.
"
Why
did
n't
you
invite
me
,
Ratty
?
"
"
This
was
an
impromptu
affair
,
"
explained
the
Rat
.
"
By
the
way
--
my
friend
Mr.
Mole
.
"
"
Proud
,
I
'm
sure
,
"
said
the
Otter
,
and
the
two
animals
were
friends
forthwith
.
"
Such
a
rumpus
everywhere
!
"
continued
the
Otter
.
"
All
the
world
seems
out
on
the
river
to-day
.
I
came
up
this
backwater
to
try
and
get
a
moment
's
peace
,
and
then
stumble
upon
you
fellows
!
--
At
least
--
I
beg
pardon
--
I
do
n't
exactly
mean
that
,
you
know
.
"
There
was
a
rustle
behind
them
,
proceeding
from
a
hedge
wherein
last
year
's
leaves
still
clung
thick
,
and
a
stripy
head
,
with
high
shoulders
behind
it
,
peered
forth
on
them
.
