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+<h1 class="pg">The Project Gutenberg eBook, The Tale of Grandfather Mole, by Arthur Scott
+Bailey, Illustrated by Harry L. Smith</h1>
+<pre>
+This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with
+almost no restrictions whatsoever.  You may copy it, give it away or
+re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included
+with this eBook or online at <a href = "http://www.gutenberg.org">www.gutenberg.org</a></pre>
+<p class="pg">Title: The Tale of Grandfather Mole</p>
+<p class="pg">Author: Arthur Scott Bailey</p>
+<p class="pg">Release Date: April 22, 2007  [eBook #21203]</p>
+<p class="pg">Language: English</p>
+<p class="pg">Character set encoding: ISO-8859-1</p>
+<p class="pg">***START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE TALE OF GRANDFATHER MOLE***</p>
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<h3 class="pg">E-text prepared by Joe Longo<br />
+    and the Project Gutenberg Online Distributed Proofreading Team<br />
+    (http://www.pgdp.net)</h3>
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<hr class="full" />
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<div class="main">
+
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px; margin-bottom: 30px; margin-top: 30px;">
+<img src="images/ttgm-front-cover.jpg" width="500" height="750"
+alt="From Cover image for The Tale of Grandfather Mole" title="Front Cover" />
+</div>
+
+
+<h1><br /><br /><br />THE TALE OF<br />GRANDFATHER MOLE<br /><br /><br /></h1>
+
+
+<table width="400" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" summary="Publisher" border="1" id="Table1"><tr><td>
+<p class="titleblock" style="margin-top: 10px; font-size: 130%;"><i>SLEEPY-TIME TALES</i></p>
+<p class="titleblock" style="font-size: 80%; margin-bottom: 8px;">(Trademark Registered)</p>
+<p class="titleblock" style="font-size: 80%;">BY</p>
+<p class="titleblock" style="font-size: 110%; margin-bottom: 10px;">ARTHUR SCOTT BAILEY</p>
+<p class="titleblock" style="font-size: 80%;">AUTHOR OF</p>
+<p class="titleblock" style="font-size: 130%;"><i>TUCK-ME-IN TALES</i></p>
+<p class="titleblock" style="font-size: 80%; margin-bottom: 5px;">(Trademark Registered)</p>
+<hr class="minor" />
+<p class="titleblockl"><span class="smcap">The Tale of Cuffy Bear</span></p>
+<p class="titleblockl"><span class="smcap">The Tale of Frisky Squirrel</span></p>
+<p class="titleblockl"><span class="smcap">The Tale of Tommy Fox</span></p>
+<p class="titleblockl"><span class="smcap">The Tale of Fatty Coon</span></p>
+<p class="titleblockl"><span class="smcap">The Tale of Billy Woodchuck</span></p>
+<p class="titleblockl"><span class="smcap">The Tale of Jimmy Rabbit</span></p>
+<p class="titleblockl"><span class="smcap">The Tale of Peter Mink</span></p>
+<p class="titleblockl"><span class="smcap">The Tale of Sandy Chipmunk</span></p>
+<p class="titleblockl"><span class="smcap">The Tale of Brownie Beaver</span></p>
+<p class="titleblockl"><span class="smcap">The Tale of Paddy Muskrat</span></p>
+<p class="titleblockl"><span class="smcap">The Tale of Ferdinand Frog</span></p>
+<p class="titleblockl"><span class="smcap">The Tale of Dickie Deer Mouse</span></p>
+<p class="titleblockl"><span class="smcap">The Tale of Timothy Turtle</span></p>
+<p class="titleblockl"><span class="smcap">The Tale of Major Monkey</span></p>
+<p class="titleblockl"  style="margin-bottom: 10px;"><span class="smcap">The Tale of Benny Badger</span></p>
+</td></tr></table>
+
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 390px; margin-bottom: 30px; margin-top: 30px;">
+<a name="illus-001" id="illus-001"></a>
+<a name="illus-001-grande" id="illus-001-grande" href="images/illus-001-grande.jpg">
+<img src="images/illus-001.jpg" width="390" height="560"
+alt="Grandfather Mole Made a Rush for Mr. Meadow Mouse."
+title="Grandfather Mole Made a Rush for Mr. Meadow Mouse." />
+</a>
+<span class="caption">Grandfather Mole Made a Rush for Mr. Meadow Mouse.</span>
+<p style="font-size: 80%; text-align: right"><i>Frontispiece</i> (<a href="#i-001"><i>Page</i> 85)</a></p>
+</div>
+
+
+<table width="400" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" summary="" border="1" id="Table2"><tr><td>
+<p class="titleblock" style="margin-top: 2px; font-size: 130%; letter-spacing: 0.4em;"><i>SLEEPY-TIME TALES</i></p>
+<p class="titleblock" style="font-size: 70%; margin-bottom: 0px;">(Trademark Registered)</p>
+<hr class="minor" />
+<p class="titleblock" style="font-size: 215%;">THE TALE OF</p>
+<p class="titleblock" style="font-size: 255%; letter-spacing: 0.1em;"><span class="smcap">Grandfather</span></p>
+<p class="titleblock" style="font-size: 255%; letter-spacing: 0.1em; margin-bottom: 10px;"><span class="smcap">Mole</span></p>
+<p class="titleblock" style="font-size: 80%;">BY</p>
+<p class="titleblock" style="font-size: 130%; margin-bottom: 5px;">ARTHUR SCOTT BAILEY</p>
+<p class="titleblock" style="font-size: 80%;">Author of</p>
+<p class="titleblock" style="font-size: 100%;">"TUCK-ME-IN TALES"</p>
+<p class="titleblock" style="font-size: 70%; margin-bottom: 50px;">(Trademark Registered)</p>
+<p class="titleblock" style="font-size: 60%;">ILLUSTRATED BY</p>
+<p class="titleblock" style="font-size: 100%; margin-bottom: 60px;">HARRY L. SMITH</p>
+<p class="titleblock" style="font-size: 80%; letter-spacing: 0.1em;">NEW YORK</p>
+<p class="titleblock" style="font-size: 130%; letter-spacing: 0.4em;">GROSSET &amp; DUNLAP</p>
+<p class="titleblock" style="font-size: 80%; letter-spacing: 0.2em; margin-bottom: 15px;">PUBLISHERS</p>
+<p class="titleblock" style="font-size: 60%;">Made in the United States of America</p>
+</td></tr></table>
+
+
+<p class="center" style="line-height: 100%;"><br /><br /><br /><br />
+<span class="smcap">Copyright, 1920, by</span><br />
+GROSSET &amp; DUNLAP
+<br /><br /><br /><br /></p>
+
+
+<hr class="sorta" />
+<h3><a name="Contents" id="Contents"></a>CONTENTS</h3>
+<div class="smcap">
+<table border="0" width="75%" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary="Contents" id="Table3">
+<col style="width:20%;" /><col style="width:70%;" /><col style="width:10%;" />
+<tr>
+  <td class="pr" style="font-size: small" >CHAPTER</td> <td align="left">&nbsp;</td>
+  <td align="right" style="font-size: small">PAGE</td></tr>
+<tr>
+  <td class="pr">I</td> <td  align="left">A Queer Old Person</td> <td align="right"><a href="#I">1</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+  <td class="pr">II</td> <td  align="left">What the Cat Caught</td> <td align="right"><a href="#II">5</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+  <td class="pr">III</td> <td  align="left">A Breakfast Lost</td> <td align="right"><a href="#III">10</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+  <td class="pr">IV</td> <td  align="left">A New Way of Taking a Stroll</td> <td align="right"><a href="#IV">15</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+  <td class="pr">V</td> <td  align="left">Jimmy Rabbit Can't Wait</td> <td align="right"><a href="#V">19</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+  <td class="pr">VI</td> <td  align="left">A Hearty Eater</td> <td align="right"><a href="#VI">24</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+  <td class="pr">VII</td> <td  align="left">Two Worm-Eaters</td> <td align="right"><a href="#VII">29</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+  <td class="pr">VIII</td> <td  align="left">Losing His Bearings</td> <td align="right"><a href="#VIII">34</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+  <td class="pr">IX</td> <td  align="left">Good News from Below</td> <td align="right"><a href="#IX">38</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+  <td class="pr">X</td> <td  align="left">Mrs. Robin's Wish</td> <td align="right"><a href="#X">43</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+  <td class="pr">XI</td> <td  align="left">Surprising Grandfather Mole</td> <td align="right"><a href="#XI">47</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+  <td class="pr">XII</td> <td  align="left">Mr. Blackbird's Advice</td> <td align="right"><a href="#XII">52</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+  <td class="pr">XIII</td> <td  align="left">Turning Over a New Leaf</td> <td align="right"><a href="#XIII">56</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+  <td class="pr">XIV</td> <td  align="left">The New Sunshade</td> <td align="right"><a href="#XIV">61</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+  <td class="pr">XV</td> <td  align="left">Two and a Toadstool</td> <td align="right"><a href="#XV">65</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+  <td class="pr">XVI</td> <td  align="left">Grandfather Mole's Visitor</td> <td align="right"><a href="#XVI">70</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+  <td class="pr">XVII</td> <td  align="left">Mr. Crow Scolds</td> <td align="right"><a href="#XVII">76</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+  <td class="pr">XVIII</td> <td  align="left">A Talk with Mr. Meadow Mouse</td> <td align="right"><a href="#XVIII">81</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+  <td class="pr">XIX</td> <td  align="left">Mr. Crow's Apology</td> <td align="right"><a href="#XIX">86</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+  <td class="pr">XX</td> <td  align="left">A Sign of Rain</td> <td align="right"><a href="#XX">91</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+  <td class="pr">XXI</td> <td  align="left">Mrs. Wren Tries to Help</td> <td align="right"><a href="#XXI">96</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+  <td class="pr">XXII</td> <td  align="left">Two Famous Diggers</td> <td align="right"><a href="#XXII">102</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+  <td class="pr">XXIII</td> <td  align="left">Seeing a Sample</td> <td align="right"><a href="#XXIII">107</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+  <td class="pr">XXIV</td> <td  align="left">Following the Plough</td> <td align="right"><a href="#XXIV">112</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+  <td class="pr">XXV</td> <td  align="left">Stubborn as Ever</td> <td align="right"><a href="#XXV">116</a></td>
+</tr>
+</table>
+</div>
+
+
+<h3>ILLUSTRATIONS</h3>
+<div class="smcap">
+<table border="0"  width="75%" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="0" summary="Illustrations">
+<col style="width:80%; padding-right: .5em;" />
+<col style="width:20%;" />
+<tr>
+<td align="left">Grandfather Mole Made a Rush for Mr. Meadow Mouse.</td>
+<td align="right" valign="bottom"><a href="#illus-001">Frontispiece</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td align="left">Grandfather Mole Escapes From Miss Kitty.</td><td align="right" valign="bottom"><a href="#illus-002">10</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td align="left">Grandfather Mole Greets Mr. Meadow Mouse.</td><td align="right" valign="bottom"><a href="#illus-003">58</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td align="left">Billy Woodchuck Calls on Grandfather Mole.</td><td align="right" valign="bottom"><a href="#illus-004">98</a></td>
+</tr>
+</table>
+</div>
+
+<hr class="chapter" />
+<h2>THE TALE OF<br />GRANDFATHER MOLE</h2>
+
+<p class="chapter"><span class='pagenum'><a name="p_1" id="p_1">p. 1</a></span></p>
+<h2><a name="I" id="I"></a>I</h2>
+
+<h3>A QUEER OLD PERSON</h3>
+
+
+<p class="noindent"><span class="smcap">There</span> was a queer old person that lived
+in Farmer Green's garden. Nobody knew
+exactly how long he had made his home
+there because his neighbors seldom saw
+him. He might have been in the garden a
+whole summer before anybody set eyes on
+him.</p>
+
+<p>Those that were acquainted with him
+called him Grandfather Mole. And the
+reason why his friends didn't meet him<span class='pagenum'><a name="p_2" id="p_2">p. 2</a></span>
+oftener was because he spent most of his
+time underground. Grandfather Mole's
+house was in a mound at one end of the
+garden. He had made the house himself,
+for he was a great digger. And Mr. Meadow
+Mouse often remarked that it had
+more halls than any other dwelling he had
+ever seen. He had visited it when Grandfather
+Mole was away from home, so he
+knew what it was like.</p>
+
+<p>Some of those halls that Mr. Meadow
+Mouse mentioned ran right out beneath
+the surface of the garden. Grandfather
+Mole had dug them for a certain purpose.
+Through them he made his way in the
+darkness, whenever he was hungry (which
+was most of the time, for he had a huge
+appetite!). And when he took an underground
+stroll he was almost sure to find a
+few angleworms, which furnished most of
+his meals.</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="p_3" id="p_3">p. 3</a></span>To be sure, he did not despise a grub&mdash;if
+he happened to meet one&mdash;nor a cutworm
+nor a wire-worm.</p>
+
+<p>The wonder of it was that Grandfather
+Mole ever found anything to eat, for the
+old gentleman was all but blind. The only
+good Grandfather Mole's eyes did him
+was to let him tell darkness from light.
+They were so small that his neighbors
+claimed he hadn't any at all.</p>
+
+<p>Another odd thing about this odd person
+was his ears. The neighbors said they
+couldn't see them, either. But they were
+in his head, even if they didn't show. And
+Grandfather Mole himself sometimes remarked
+that he didn't know how he could
+have burrowed as he did if he had been
+forever getting dirt in his eyes and ears.
+He seemed quite satisfied to be just as he
+was.</p>
+
+<p>And he used to say that he didn't<span class='pagenum'><a name="p_4" id="p_4">p. 4</a></span>
+know what good eyes were to anyone
+whether he was under the ground or on
+top of it!</p>
+
+<p>Liking to dig as he did, he certainly had
+nothing to complain about. His long nose
+was as good as a drill. And his front legs
+were just long enough so that he could
+reach his large, spade-like feet beyond his
+nose and throw the dirt back. His fur
+lay in one direction as easily as in another,
+never troubling him in the least when he
+was boring his way through the dry, loose
+soil of Farmer Green's garden.</p>
+
+<p>So in spite of what might seem great
+drawbacks to others, Grandfather Mole
+was contented with his lot. The only
+thing he was ever known to grumble about
+was the scarcity of angleworms.</p>
+
+
+
+<hr class="chapter" />
+<p class="chapter"><span class='pagenum'><a name="p_5" id="p_5">p. 5</a></span></p>
+<h2><a name="II" id="II"></a>II</h2>
+
+<h3>WHAT THE CAT CAUGHT</h3>
+
+
+<p class="noindent"><span class="smcap">Everybody</span> knew the cat at Farmer
+Green's to be a great hunter. She had
+long since disposed of the last mouse that
+was so foolish as to venture inside her
+home. And being very big, and not at all
+timid, she had made such a name for herself
+in the neighborhood that even the rats
+looked on her as a monster to be avoided.</p>
+
+<p>Now it often happened that this capable
+cat turned up her nose at the saucer of
+milk that Farmer Green's wife set before
+her with great regularity. And off she
+would go&mdash;sometimes to the barn, sometimes
+to the fields&mdash;to see what she could<span class='pagenum'><a name="p_6" id="p_6">p. 6</a></span>
+find that would furnish her both food and
+a frolic. For she thought it great sport
+to capture some small creature.</p>
+
+<p>She was crossing the garden early one
+morning, on her way to the meadow, when
+she came upon Grandfather Mole. And
+having no pity for him&mdash;in spite of his
+blindness&mdash;she thought there was no sense
+in going any further for her breakfast.
+She would enjoy it right there in the garden.
+But first she would play with Grandfather
+Mole, before eating. For she was
+a pleasure-loving dame. She must have
+her sport, no matter if her breakfast
+waited.</p>
+
+<p>Grandfather Mole had blundered that
+morning. Burrowing his way just under
+the surface of the ground, he had broken
+through the sun-baked crust of the garden
+before he knew it. And as he groped
+about, surprised to find himself in the<span class='pagenum'><a name="p_7" id="p_7">p. 7</a></span>
+open, Miss Kitty had pounced upon him.</p>
+
+<p>Grandfather Mole struggled to escape.
+And his captor let him go, to give herself
+the pleasure of pouncing upon him again.
+She knew well enough that he couldn't get
+away from her. He could run quite spryly
+for an old gentleman&mdash;it is true. But
+when he couldn't see where he was going,
+of what use was running?</p>
+
+<p>Farmer Green's cat didn't know the answer
+to that question herself. She captured
+and freed Grandfather Mole several
+times. And to tell the truth, she couldn't
+help wishing he could see, so he could make
+the game livelier. But she was the sort
+of cat that believes in making the best of
+things. And she kept pretending that
+Grandfather Mole almost got away from
+her. She would let him run about for a
+few moments and then she would leap
+upon him as if she had nearly lost him.</p>
+
+<p><a name="i-002" id="i-002"></a><span class='pagenum'><a name="p_8" id="p_8">p. 8</a></span>It was great fun for the cat. But
+Grandfather Mole did not enjoy it in the
+least. He thought such treatment far
+from neighborly. And he quite agreed
+with old Mr. Crow, who had come hurrying
+up to see what was going on.</p>
+
+<p>"Give him a chance! Give him a
+chance!" Mr. Crow called to the cat, as he
+glared down at her from a tree close by.</p>
+
+<p>The cat had been about to spring at
+Grandfather Mole again when Mr. Crow
+spoke to her. It was only natural that she
+should pause and turn her head. And she
+looked at Mr. Crow none too pleasantly.</p>
+
+<p>"I'll thank you to mind your own affairs,"
+she said, and her voice was not
+nearly so polite as her words. "No gentleman
+would interrupt a lady at her
+breakfast," she added.</p>
+
+<p>Something seemed to amuse Mr. Crow,
+for he laughed loudly. The cat didn't<span class='pagenum'><a name="p_9" id="p_9">p. 9</a></span>
+know what he was laughing at. And after
+staring at him a few moments longer she
+turned her head to look at Grandfather
+Mole.</p>
+
+<p>It wasn't more than ten seconds since
+she had taken her eyes off him. But
+Grandfather Mole had vanished.</p>
+
+
+
+<hr class="chapter" />
+<p class="chapter"><span class='pagenum'><a name="p_10" id="p_10">p. 10</a></span></p>
+<h2><a name="III" id="III"></a>III</h2>
+
+<h3>A BREAKFAST LOST</h3>
+
+
+<p class="noindent"><span class="smcap">When</span> Farmer Green's cat looked around
+and discovered that Grandfather Mole
+had disappeared from the garden a puzzled
+look came over her face. She couldn't
+think where he had gone in just a few seconds.</p>
+
+<p>But she knew then why Mr. Crow
+had laughed. And she was not pleased.</p>
+
+<p>"Where is he?" she asked Mr. Crow.
+"You interrupted me at my breakfast and
+now I've lost it."</p>
+
+<p>Mr. Crow was rocking back and forth
+on his perch, for a joke&mdash;on anybody except
+himself&mdash;always delighted him.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 390px; margin-bottom: 30px; margin-top: 30px;">
+<a name="illus-002" id="illus-002"></a>
+<a name="illus-002-grande" id="illus-002-grande" href="images/illus-002-grande.jpg">
+<img src="images/illus-002.jpg" width="390" height="557"
+alt="Grandfather Mole Escapes From Miss Kitty." title="Grandfather Mole Escapes From Miss Kitty." />
+</a>
+<span class="caption">Grandfather Mole Escapes From Miss Kitty.</span>
+<p style="font-size: 80%; text-align: right">(<a href="#i-002"><i>Page</i> 8</a>)</p>
+</div>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="p_11" id="p_11">p. 11</a></span>"Grandfather Mole is right here in the
+garden," he declared.</p>
+
+<p>"Then he must have hidden beneath a
+vegetable," the cat observed.</p>
+
+<p>"I shouldn't say that, exactly," Mr.
+Crow replied.</p>
+
+<p>"How far away is he?" the cat demanded.</p>
+
+<p>"That would be hard to tell," Mr. Crow
+answered.</p>
+
+<p>Farmer Green's cat had never liked Mr.
+Crow, for no particular reason. And now
+she certainly had a very special reason for
+being angry with him.</p>
+
+<p>"It's all your fault," she scolded. "If
+you hadn't spoken to me I'd never have
+taken my eyes off Grandfather Mole....
+The least you can do," she added, "is to
+tell me this instant where Grandfather
+Mole is."</p>
+
+<p>"I've already told you," Mr. Crow re<span class='pagenum'><a name="p_12" id="p_12">p. 12</a></span>minded
+her. "He's here in the garden.
+Find him if you can!"</p>
+
+<p>At that Farmer Green's cat began to
+run up and down between the rows of
+vegetables. But she had no luck at all.
+So after a while she came back and told
+Mr. Crow that she didn't believe him.</p>
+
+<p>"Tut, tut!" said Mr. Crow. "You
+haven't looked in the right place."</p>
+
+<p>"I've searched the whole garden!" the
+cat cried.</p>
+
+<p>"Oh, no!" Mr. Crow exclaimed.
+"You've looked only on top of the ground.
+If you want to find Grandfather Mole you
+must look beneath the surface."</p>
+
+<p>The cat was greatly disappointed when
+she heard that.</p>
+
+<p>"You don't mean to say that he went
+into a hole, do you?" she asked.</p>
+
+<p>"I do," Mr. Crow declared.</p>
+
+<p>"I don't see one anywhere," she said.<span class='pagenum'><a name="p_13" id="p_13">p. 13</a></span></p>
+
+<p>"If I had I'd have been more careful how
+I let him run about."</p>
+
+<p>"Ah!" said Mr. Crow. "I see you don't
+know that Grandfather Mole always carries
+a hole around with him, wherever he
+goes. He believes in having one handy,
+in case of sudden need."</p>
+
+<p>"I didn't see it," the cat told him angrily.</p>
+
+<p>"Of course not!" Mr. Crow agreed.
+"How could you see a hole until it's put in
+a certain place, ready to use?"</p>
+
+<p>Well, the cat was puzzled. Somehow
+she couldn't quite understand Mr. Crow's
+remarks. And yet there seemed some
+sense in them, too. But she pretended that
+she understood, because she didn't want
+him to think she was stupid. And without
+thanking him for his explanation (for she
+was still angry) she turned and went off
+towards the meadow.</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="p_14" id="p_14">p. 14</a></span>The whole affair amused Mr. Crow
+greatly. It kept him in a good humor all
+that day. And he went about telling
+everybody how Grandfather Mole had dug
+himself out of sight in the garden, almost
+under the cat's nose.</p>
+
+<p>For that was exactly what had happened.</p>
+
+
+
+<hr class="chapter" />
+<p class="chapter"><span class='pagenum'><a name="p_15" id="p_15">p. 15</a></span></p>
+<h2><a name="IV" id="IV"></a>IV</h2>
+
+<h3>A NEW WAY OF TAKING A STROLL</h3>
+
+
+<p class="noindent"><span class="smcap">Grandfather Mole</span> was digging a new
+gallery under the garden, leading out from
+his house into a field of corn, where he
+expected to find a good many fine grubs.</p>
+
+<p>His work was half done, and he was
+under the cabbage-patch, when he found
+himself in the open air. Farmer Green's
+hired man's hoe had left a small hollow
+between two heads of cabbage; and as luck
+had it, Grandfather Mole's gallery led
+straight into it. So the first thing he
+knew, there he was right out in the light
+of early morning! And somebody called
+out in a cheery sort of voice, "How-dy-do,<span class='pagenum'><a name="p_16" id="p_16">p. 16</a></span>
+Grandfather Mole! It's a pleasure to see
+you! And isn't this a beautiful day?"</p>
+
+<p>Grandfather Mole knew at once that he
+had nothing to fear, for he recognized
+Jimmy Rabbit's voice. And he knew, too,
+without being told, that he was in the cabbage-patch.
+For Jimmy Rabbit could be
+nowhere else at breakfast time.</p>
+
+<p>"Good morning!" said Grandfather
+Mole. "I hope you are enjoying your
+breakfast."</p>
+
+<p>"I am," Jimmy Rabbit answered.
+"And as soon as I've finished this leaf I'm
+eating now, I'm going to take a stroll.
+Won't you join me?"</p>
+
+<p>"I don't care if I do," said Grandfather
+Mole&mdash;meaning that he'd be glad
+to walk with Jimmy. And in about half
+a minute Jimmy Rabbit said he was ready.</p>
+
+<p>"Very well!" Grandfather Mole told
+him. "Let's be on our way! I'll see you<span class='pagenum'><a name="p_17" id="p_17">p. 17</a></span>
+at the edge of the duck-pond." And to
+Jimmy Rabbit's amazement he stuck his
+nose straight down into the loose dirt,
+thrust out his strong fore-feet, and was
+out of sight before Jimmy Rabbit could
+speak.</p>
+
+<p>The duck-pond was just beyond the garden
+fence. And since Grandfather Mole
+had accepted Jimmy's invitation there
+was nothing for Jimmy Rabbit to do but
+to go to the edge of the pond and wait.</p>
+
+<p>He grew very restless, for it was a long
+time before Grandfather Mole appeared.
+But at last the old gentleman's head came
+popping up out of the ground, and the
+owner of the head cried, "Here I am!
+And I'm glad to see you haven't kept me
+waiting, young man. I dug so fast I was
+afraid I'd get here before you did."</p>
+
+<p>Really, he had made astonishing speed
+for one who had tunnelled his way under<span class='pagenum'><a name="p_18" id="p_18">p. 18</a></span>ground.
+And being a polite person,
+Jimmy Rabbit could only tell Grandfather
+Mole that he had been very quick.</p>
+
+<p>"And now we're this far," Grandfather
+Mole remarked, "I'd like to stroll over in
+the meadow&mdash;if that suits you."</p>
+
+<p>Jimmy Rabbit said that it did. There
+was clover in the meadow. And he had
+waited so long for Grandfather Mole that
+he had begun to feel hungry again. A
+luncheon of clover-tops! It would be exactly
+what he needed.</p>
+
+<p>"Then let's be on our way!" Grandfather
+Mole cried again. "I'll join you
+on the other side of the duck-pond!"</p>
+
+
+
+<hr class="chapter" />
+<p class="chapter"><span class='pagenum'><a name="p_19" id="p_19">p. 19</a></span></p>
+<h2><a name="V" id="V"></a>V</h2>
+
+<h3>JIMMY RABBIT CAN'T WAIT</h3>
+
+
+<p class="noindent"><span class="smcap">After</span> telling Jimmy Rabbit that he would
+meet him on the other side of the duck-pond,
+Grandfather Mole waded into the
+water and started to swim across.</p>
+
+<p>Why he did that, instead of walking
+around on the shore, Jimmy Rabbit
+couldn't understand. He was so amazed
+that he stood still and stared at Grandfather
+Mole.</p>
+
+<p>One thing was certain: Grandfather
+Mole could travel much faster through the
+water than he could underground. His
+strong legs and his broad, spade-like feet
+helped to make him a fine swimmer. And<span class='pagenum'><a name="p_20" id="p_20">p. 20</a></span>
+Jimmy Rabbit had noticed for the first
+time that Grandfather Mole's hind feet
+were webbed. It was no wonder that he
+felt quite at home in the duck-pond, which
+was made for web-footed folk.</p>
+
+<p>Jimmy Rabbit was so interested in
+watching Grandfather Mole swim that he
+didn't start to run around the pond until
+the swimmer had almost reached the other
+side. Then Jimmy remembered suddenly
+that he had to meet Grandfather Mole over
+there. So he raced along the edge of the
+duck-pond at top speed. And since he
+was a very fast runner&mdash;for short distances&mdash;he
+met Grandfather Mole just as
+the old chap was crawling up the bank.</p>
+
+<p>"There!" Grandfather Mole exclaimed.
+"I almost beat you this time, young man!
+If you're going to take a morning stroll
+with me you'll have to step lively."</p>
+
+<p>Of course Jimmy Rabbit was too polite<span class='pagenum'><a name="p_21" id="p_21">p. 21</a></span>
+to explain that he had waited a long time
+while Grandfather Mole was tunnelling
+his way from the garden to the pond, and
+that he hadn't begun to run around the
+pond until Grandfather Mole had swum
+almost across it. He merely smiled and
+replied that he would do his best to keep
+up, for he shouldn't like to make Grandfather
+Mole wait, especially since he had
+invited Grandfather Mole to go walking
+with him.</p>
+
+<p>"You don't mind staying here in the
+sunshine, I hope, while my coat dries?"
+Grandfather Mole inquired. "As soon as
+it's dry we'll start for the meadow."</p>
+
+<p>Though Jimmy Rabbit was in a great
+hurry to reach the place where the clover
+grew he said that he would be glad to wait
+with Grandfather Mole. "The sun feels
+good on this cool morning," he observed.
+"And it's cheerful, too."</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="p_22" id="p_22">p. 22</a></span>"Do you really think so?" Grandfather
+Mole asked him. And when Jimmy Rabbit
+assured him that he did, Grandfather
+Mole muttered that it was the strangest
+thing he ever heard of. As for him, he
+much preferred the darkness of his cool,
+damp galleries under the ground. And
+the only reason why he wanted his coat to
+dry was so that the dirt wouldn't stick to
+it.</p>
+
+<p>It seemed to Jimmy Rabbit that Grandfather
+Mole's coat would never get dry
+enough to suit the old gentleman. But at
+last he announced that he was ready to
+stroll on. And when Jimmy Rabbit cried
+that he was ready, too, Grandfather Mole
+said, "Then let's be on our way! And I'll
+meet you&mdash;&mdash;"</p>
+
+<p>"Where the clover grows!" Jimmy interrupted.</p>
+
+<p>Grandfather Mole had already buried<span class='pagenum'><a name="p_23" id="p_23">p. 23</a></span>
+his nose in the sand and was fast digging
+himself out of sight. And Jimmy thought
+that if he must wait for him again he
+would wait in a pleasant place.</p>
+
+<p>So Jimmy Rabbit hurried to the meadow.
+And as he lunched on luscious
+clover-tops he reflected that Grandfather
+Mole had a queer notion of taking a stroll
+with a friend. He made up his mind then
+and there that he would never again invite
+Grandfather Mole to walk with him.</p>
+
+
+
+<hr class="chapter" />
+<p class="chapter"><span class='pagenum'><a name="p_24" id="p_24">p. 24</a></span></p>
+<h2><a name="VI" id="VI"></a>VI</h2>
+
+<h3>A HEARTY EATER</h3>
+
+
+<p>A <span class="smcap">great</span> eater was Grandfather Mole. And
+having an enormous appetite he was fortunate
+in being expert at finding angleworms.</p>
+
+<p>To be sure, he had one advantage that
+the birds, for instance, didn't enjoy: he
+was able to prowl about his galleries
+through the ground and find the angleworms
+right where they lived. He didn't
+need to wait&mdash;as the birds did&mdash;until an
+angleworm stuck his head above ground.</p>
+
+<p>Mrs. Jolly Robin had often wished&mdash;when
+she was trying to feed a rapidly-growing
+family&mdash;that she could hunt for<span class='pagenum'><a name="p_25" id="p_25">p. 25</a></span>
+angleworms as Grandfather Mole did.
+And this summer it seemed to her that she
+never would be able to take proper care
+of her nestful of children.</p>
+
+<p>There was one of her family in particular
+that was especially greedy. Mrs.
+Robin had begun to suspect that he was
+no child of hers, but a young Cowbird.
+Almost as soon as she had finished building
+her nest she had discovered a strange-looking
+egg there. It had been the first to
+hatch. And now the youngster that came
+from it was just enough older than the
+rest of her children to jostle them, and to
+grab the biggest worms for himself.</p>
+
+<p>It was no wonder that Mrs. Robin
+needed help. And seeing Grandfather
+Mole one morning, she explained her
+difficulty to him, asking if he wouldn't
+be so kind as to capture angleworms for
+her.</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="p_26" id="p_26">p. 26</a></span>"Why, certainly! Certainly!" said
+Grandfather Mole.</p>
+
+<p>And Mrs. Robin breathed a sigh of relief.
+She felt that her troubles were
+ended.</p>
+
+<p>"Will you begin to help me at once?"
+she asked Grandfather Mole.</p>
+
+<p>"I'm sorry that I can't do that," he told
+her. "You see, I haven't had my breakfast
+yet. So of course I must catch a few
+angleworms for myself."</p>
+
+<p>Mrs. Robin was a bit disappointed. But
+she told Grandfather Mole that it was all
+right&mdash;that she knew a person of his age
+ought not to go without his breakfast.</p>
+
+<p>So Grandfather Mole went back into the
+hole through which he had lately come up,
+first saying however that he would return
+after he had breakfasted.</p>
+
+<p>Mrs. Robin then set to work herself, to
+find what she could to feed her clamoring<span class='pagenum'><a name="p_27" id="p_27">p. 27</a></span>
+family. Though she hurried as fast as
+she could, by the time the morning was
+almost half gone her children were still
+hungry; and to Mrs. Robin's distress
+Grandfather Mole had not yet showed himself
+again.</p>
+
+<p>Mrs. Robin had been watching for him.
+And she had about given him up in despair
+when all at once he rose out of the
+ground.</p>
+
+<p>"Good!" she cried. "Now you can help
+me, for you must have had your breakfast
+by this time."</p>
+
+<p>"Yes, I have!" said Grandfather Mole.
+"I've just finished. But I always begin
+my luncheon at this hour. So if you don't
+mind I'll go down into my galleries and
+hunt for a few angleworms; and when I've
+had a good meal I'll come back here."</p>
+
+<p>Well, what could Mrs. Robin say? She
+nodded her head; and she hoped, as Grand<span class='pagenum'><a name="p_28" id="p_28">p. 28</a></span>father
+Mole vanished, that perhaps he
+would eat only a light luncheon.</p>
+
+<p>But he never reappeared until mid-afternoon.
+And since he announced then
+that he was ready to begin his dinner Mrs.
+Jolly Robin saw that she could expect no
+help from him whatsoever.</p>
+
+<p>She was terribly upset. But there was
+nothing she could do except to tell her
+husband that he would have to spend all
+his time catching angleworms for the family.
+And since he was glad enough to do
+that, Mrs. Robin managed to feed her children
+all they needed. Even the young
+Cowbird in her nest had all he wanted.</p>
+
+<p>And Mrs. Robin remarked that it was
+lucky her husband hadn't such a terrible
+appetite as some people's&mdash;meaning
+Grandfather Mole's, of course.</p>
+
+
+
+<hr class="chapter" />
+<p class="chapter"><span class='pagenum'><a name="p_29" id="p_29">p. 29</a></span></p>
+<h2><a name="VII" id="VII"></a>VII</h2>
+
+<h3>TWO WORM-EATERS</h3>
+
+
+<p class="noindent"><span class="smcap">There</span> was one special reason&mdash;among
+others&mdash;why Grandfather Mole didn't
+like to show himself above ground in the
+daytime. This reason was&mdash;hawks! And
+there was something else that made him
+dislike to appear at night, too. This
+something else was&mdash;owls!</p>
+
+<p>But of the two, Grandfather Mole disliked
+hawks the more, because they could
+see so far, while he (poor old fellow!)
+couldn't even see the end of his own nose,
+though goodness knows it was long
+enough! Since Henry Hawk could sit in
+a great elm far up the road and see him<span class='pagenum'><a name="p_30" id="p_30">p. 30</a></span>
+the moment he stuck his head out of the
+ground, while Grandfather Mole couldn't
+even see the tree, it was not surprising that
+Grandfather Mole preferred to stay below
+while Henry Hawk was awake and on
+watch.</p>
+
+<p>Down in his galleries and chambers
+where it was dark as a pocket Grandfather
+Mole enjoyed himself thoroughly. It was
+lucky he was fond of worms and grubs. If
+he hadn't been it would be hard to say
+what he could have found to eat&mdash;unless it
+was dirt. There was plenty of that where
+he spent his time. But luckily he didn't
+have to eat it. He did enjoy digging in it,
+however. So it is easy to see that the way
+he lived suited him perfectly.</p>
+
+<p>Not every one, of course, would have
+felt as Grandfather Mole did about angleworms,
+and grubs and dirt, or dampness,
+or the dark. Many of his bird neighbors,<span class='pagenum'><a name="p_31" id="p_31">p. 31</a></span>
+for instance, liked the same things to eat
+that he did. But most of them&mdash;except
+such odd ones as Solomon Owl, and Mr.
+Nighthawk, and Willie Whip-poor-will&mdash;loved
+the bright sunshine.</p>
+
+<p>Spending a summer in Pleasant Valley
+was a small gentleman of the well
+known Warbler family, who had so great
+a liking for worms that he was known as
+the Worm-eating Warbler. This tiny
+person spent little or none of his time in
+the tree-tops, but chose to stay near the
+ground. And more than once he had seen
+Grandfather Mole in Farmer Green's garden.
+He had heard somehow of Grandfather
+Mole's tastes and habits. And he
+was inclined to believe that it was Grandfather
+Mole that was to blame for the
+scarcity of worms in the neighborhood. It
+must be confessed that he felt none too
+kindly towards Grandfather Mole. He<span class='pagenum'><a name="p_32" id="p_32">p. 32</a></span>
+thought that it would be a good thing if
+somebody could persuade that odd, old
+chap to stay on top of the ground, instead
+of lurking most of the time down below
+where he could catch the worms right
+where they lived.</p>
+
+<p>And one day the Worm-eating Warbler
+spoke to Grandfather Mole when he happened
+to see him come out of a hole.</p>
+
+<p>"Why don't you live up here where you
+can get plenty of fresh air and sunshine?"
+he asked. "Don't you know they'd be
+good for your health?"</p>
+
+<p>Grandfather Mole turned his head toward
+the speaker. That was as near as he
+could come to staring at him, since he
+couldn't see him. Grandfather Mole did
+not like the Worm-eating Warbler's remarks
+in the least!</p>
+
+<p>"Why don't you"&mdash;he inquired&mdash;"why
+don't you come down into the ground and<span class='pagenum'><a name="p_33" id="p_33">p. 33</a></span>
+enjoy the close, damp air and the darkness?
+They'd be good for your health.
+I've thrived down below all my life; and
+I'm considerably older than you, young
+sir!"</p>
+
+<p>Grandfather Mole's retort struck the
+Worm-eating Warbler dumb. He could
+think of nothing more to say. So he flew
+off and hid in some raspberry bushes.
+And he couldn't help saying to himself
+what a strange world it was and what
+strange persons there were in it.</p>
+
+
+
+<hr class="chapter" /><p class="chapter"><span class='pagenum'><a name="p_34" id="p_34">p. 34</a></span></p>
+<h2><a name="VIII" id="VIII"></a>VIII</h2>
+
+<h3>LOSING HIS BEARINGS</h3>
+
+
+<p class="noindent"><span class="smcap">It</span> often happened, when Grandfather
+Mole came up from his home under
+Farmer Green's garden, that he turned
+straight around and went back again.
+Sometimes, to be sure, he ran about a bit
+in a bewildered way, before he disappeared.
+For he never felt at home in the
+world above; and he was always uneasy
+until he felt the darkness closing in
+around him.</p>
+
+<p>So nobody thought it strange when
+Grandfather Mole came tumbling up
+amongst the turnips one day and began
+running blindly around the garden, zig<span class='pagenum'><a name="p_35" id="p_35">p. 35</a></span>-zagging
+in every direction. Nobody that
+saw him paid much attention to him. But
+at last Rusty Wren, who had come to the
+garden to look for worms, noticed that
+Grandfather Mole was quite upset over
+something. He didn't seem to have any
+notion of going back into the ground, but
+kept twisting this way and that, with his
+long nose turning here and turning there,
+in a manner that was unmistakably inquiring.</p>
+
+<p>"What's the matter?" Rusty Wren
+finally asked him, for his curiosity soon
+got the better of him.</p>
+
+<p>But Grandfather Mole didn't appear
+to hear. Perhaps he didn't want to answer
+the question.</p>
+
+<p>"Have you lost something?" Rusty
+Wren cried.</p>
+
+<p>But Grandfather Mole never stopped
+to reply. He never stopped running to<span class='pagenum'><a name="p_36" id="p_36">p. 36</a></span>
+and fro. And Rusty Wren became more
+curious than ever. It was plain, to him,
+that something unusual was afoot. And
+he wanted to know what it was. "Can't
+I help you?" he asked in his shrillest tones,
+flying close to Grandfather Mole and
+speaking almost in his ear&mdash;only Grandfather
+Mole had no ears, so far as Rusty
+Wren could see. "Can't I help you?"</p>
+
+<p>"Yes, you can!" Grandfather Mole answered
+at last. "If you wish to help me,
+for pity's sake go away and keep still! I
+don't want the whole neighborhood to
+come a-running. The cat will be here the
+first thing we know."</p>
+
+<p>Rusty Wren felt sure, then, that Grandfather
+Mole was in trouble. And if he was
+worried about Farmer Green's cat, why
+didn't he dig a hole for himself at once,
+and get out of harm's way?</p>
+
+<p>Since Rusty Wren didn't know, he<span class='pagenum'><a name="p_37" id="p_37">p. 37</a></span>
+asked Grandfather Mole&mdash;in little more
+than a whisper. But Grandfather Mole
+only shook his head impatiently, as if to
+say that digging a hole wouldn't help him
+this time.</p>
+
+<p>Meanwhile some of Rusty Wren's
+friends had come up to see what was going
+on. And talking in low tones, so that
+they wouldn't attract the cat's attention,
+they agreed with him that there was some
+mystery about Grandfather Mole. But
+not one of them knew what it could be.</p>
+
+<p>"He's lost something!" Rusty Wren declared.</p>
+
+<p>"There's no doubt of that," Jolly Robin
+chimed in.</p>
+
+<p>"What can it be?" little Mr. Chippy
+piped in his thin voice.</p>
+
+<p>"I know!" Rusty Wren exclaimed
+abruptly. "It's his bearings! Grandfather
+Mole has lost his bearings!"</p>
+
+
+
+<hr class="chapter" /><p class="chapter"><span class='pagenum'><a name="p_38" id="p_38">p. 38</a></span></p>
+<h2><a name="IX" id="IX"></a>IX</h2>
+
+<h3>GOOD NEWS FROM BELOW</h3>
+
+
+<p class="noindent"><span class="smcap">When</span> Rusty Wren decided that Grandfather
+Mole had lost his bearings and
+that that was the reason why he was running
+about the garden in a most peculiar
+fashion, the rest of the birds began to
+wonder whether they oughtn't to help
+Grandfather Mole find them, since he was
+blind.</p>
+
+<p>The Worm-eating Warbler, however,
+who was none too friendly towards Grandfather
+Mole, said that he had his doubts
+as to Grandfather Mole's blindness.</p>
+
+<p>"If he can find angleworms in the dark
+he certainly ought to be able to find his<span class='pagenum'><a name="p_39" id="p_39">p. 39</a></span>
+bearings in broad daylight," he sneered.</p>
+
+<p>But Rusty Wren pointed out that nobody
+could <i>see</i> bearings, anyhow&mdash;a remark
+that puzzled the Worm-eating
+Warbler more than a little. To tell the
+truth, he had no idea what bearings were.
+And at last he admitted that he didn't
+know.</p>
+
+<p>"What are bearings, anyhow?" he
+asked Rusty Wren. "I don't understand
+what you mean."</p>
+
+<p>"Oh, I mean that Grandfather Mole
+has lost his way," Rusty Wren explained.
+"He doesn't know how to get home."</p>
+
+<p>The Worm-eating Warbler asked why
+Grandfather Mole didn't dig a new hole
+for himself, if he had lost the one he used
+when he came up in the garden. And
+when he saw that Rusty Wren couldn't
+answer his question the Worm-eating
+Warbler said he had his doubts as to<span class='pagenum'><a name="p_40" id="p_40">p. 40</a></span>
+Rusty Wren's ideas about Grandfather
+Mole.</p>
+
+<p>"It's my opinion," he went on, "that
+Grandfather Mole has eaten all the worms
+that lived in the ground; and now he's
+hoping to find some in the air."</p>
+
+<p>Although everybody laughed at such a
+notion, the Worm-eating Warbler declared
+that he had a right to his own belief.
+And when he added that he hadn't
+seen an angleworm for two days there
+were a few of his bird companions that
+began to think perhaps there was some
+reason in his remarks, after all.</p>
+
+<p>But Rusty Wren declined to change his
+opinion.</p>
+
+<p>"There's only one way to be sure; and
+that's to ask Grandfather Mole!" little
+Mr. Chippy cried.</p>
+
+<p>"It wouldn't do any good," Rusty told
+him. "Grandfather Mole won't answer<span class='pagenum'><a name="p_41" id="p_41">p. 41</a></span>
+any questions. But he's in some sort of
+trouble. There's no doubt of that."</p>
+
+<p>They looked down at Grandfather Mole,
+who was still scurrying frantically about
+the garden. If he heard their talk he did
+nothing to let them know it. And they had
+begun to think that they would never know
+his secret when a person who looked somewhat
+like Grandfather Mole thrust her
+head and shoulders out of a hole in the
+ground.</p>
+
+<p>"That"&mdash;Rusty Wren whispered&mdash;"that
+is Grandfather Mole's daughter. I
+know, for I've seen her before." And listening
+sharply, the bird people heard her
+say, "Don't worry, Father! I've found
+them."</p>
+
+<p>Grandfather Mole didn't wait for anything
+more. He didn't even wait until
+he had found the opening in which his
+daughter had appeared. He began to<span class='pagenum'><a name="p_42" id="p_42">p. 42</a></span>
+dig right where he stood. And he was
+out of sight in short order.</p>
+
+<p>Although the bird people didn't know
+it, he was anxious to reach his grandchildren.
+He had them out for a stroll through
+his underground galleries; and walking
+behind him they had taken a wrong turn
+when Grandfather Mole didn't know it.
+After looking for them in vain down below
+he had feared that they might have
+found their way into the open air. And
+that was why he was running about in
+such a distracted fashion.</p>
+
+
+
+<hr class="chapter" /><p class="chapter"><span class='pagenum'><a name="p_43" id="p_43">p. 43</a></span></p>
+<h2><a name="X" id="X"></a>X</h2>
+
+<h3>MRS. ROBIN'S WISH</h3>
+
+
+<p class="noindent"><span class="smcap">In</span> order to provide enough food for her
+children&mdash;as well as for the young Cowbird
+that she was bringing up&mdash;Mrs. Jolly
+Robin had to work hard every day.
+Though her husband gladly did what he
+could to help her, he complained sometimes
+about the stranger in their nest.</p>
+
+<p>"Our family is certainly big enough
+without him," he often remarked. "We
+ought to turn him out to shift for himself."</p>
+
+<p>But Mrs. Robin wouldn't hear of such
+a thing.</p>
+
+<p>"It's not his fault that his mother left<span class='pagenum'><a name="p_44" id="p_44">p. 44</a></span>
+him here&mdash;in the egg," she would remind
+Jolly Robin. "If we set him adrift the
+poor child would starve&mdash;unless the cat
+got him."</p>
+
+<p>And then Jolly Robin would feel
+ashamed that he had even thought of being
+so cruel to an infant bird, even if he
+was a Cowbird. So he would set to work
+harder than ever gathering worms and
+grubs and bugs; and before long he would
+find himself singing merrily, "Cheerily,
+cheer-up!" because it made him happy to
+know that he was doing somebody a good
+turn.</p>
+
+<p>Once in a while Grandfather Mole
+thrust his head out of the soil of the garden,
+as if he were watching Mr. and Mrs.
+Robin at their task. Of course he
+couldn't see what they were doing. But
+Mrs. Robin said that it gave her a queer
+turn to have Grandfather Mole stick his<span class='pagenum'><a name="p_45" id="p_45">p. 45</a></span>
+nose out of the ground at her very feet.
+And since he was too busy catching angleworms
+for himself to help her and her
+husband, she wished he would keep out of
+sight.</p>
+
+<p>Sometimes Grandfather Mole would
+speak to Mrs. Robin, or her husband; for
+he could hear them talking. And when
+you hear anybody in a garden exclaiming,
+"Oh, here's a big one! The children will
+like him, if I can ever pull him loose!"
+you may know at once that the speaker
+is talking about an angleworm. There
+can be no mistake about it.</p>
+
+<p>When Grandfather Mole overheard
+Mrs. Robin making such a remark he
+would quite likely advise her to "try a
+smaller one."</p>
+
+<p>Such a suggestion only made Mrs.
+Robin pull all the harder.</p>
+
+<p>"Grandfather Mole wants all the big<span class='pagenum'><a name="p_46" id="p_46">p. 46</a></span>
+ones himself," she would splutter as soon
+as she and her husband were where
+Grandfather Mole couldn't listen to what
+she said. And then, probably, Jolly Robin
+would laugh and tell her not to mind, for
+there ought to be worms enough for everybody.</p>
+
+<p>More than once, when Grandfather
+Mole had advised her to "try a smaller
+one," Mrs. Robin had declared afterward
+that she wished she could catch the biggest
+angleworm in the whole garden, just
+to spite old Grandfather Mole and teach
+him that other people had their rights, as
+well as he.</p>
+
+<p>"Well, well!" Jolly Robin always exclaimed
+with a laugh. "Well, well! Perhaps
+some day you will find the grandfather
+of all the angleworms!"</p>
+
+
+
+<hr class="chapter" /><p class="chapter"><span class='pagenum'><a name="p_47" id="p_47">p. 47</a></span></p>
+<h2><a name="XI" id="XI"></a>XI</h2>
+
+<h3>SURPRISING GRANDFATHER<br />MOLE</h3>
+
+
+<p class="noindent"><span class="smcap">Somehow</span> Grandfather Mole heard that
+Mrs. Robin hoped to capture the biggest
+angleworm in the garden. So the very
+next time he happened to find her at work
+there he offered her another bit of unsought
+advice. And Mrs. Robin liked it
+no better than any other of Grandfather
+Mole's counsels.</p>
+
+<p>"Don't waste your valuable time looking
+for the biggest angleworm in the garden!"
+he told her. "I've caught him already."</p>
+
+<p>Well, for once Mrs. Robin almost said
+something tart to the old gentleman. But<span class='pagenum'><a name="p_48" id="p_48">p. 48</a></span>
+she checked herself in time; not by biting
+her tongue, however, but by clapping her
+bill upon a fat bug that was trying to
+hide under a potato-top. And away she
+flew to her nest, leaving Grandfather
+Mole to talk to the air, if he wished.</p>
+
+<p>"She went off without thanking me,"
+he muttered. To be sure, he hadn't seen
+Mrs. Robin go, but he had heard the beat
+of her wings as she began her flight. He
+didn't know that he had barely escaped a
+sharp scolding.</p>
+
+<p>"What do you think Grandfather Mole
+has just said to me?" Mrs. Robin asked
+her husband, whom she found at the nest
+feeding their children.</p>
+
+<p>Jolly Robin made three guesses. But
+none of them was right. So his wife repeated
+Grandfather Mole's remarks. And
+as usual Jolly Robin laughed.</p>
+
+<p>"I shouldn't pay any attention to what<span class='pagenum'><a name="p_49" id="p_49">p. 49</a></span>
+Grandfather Mole says," he advised his
+wife. "I should keep an eye out for big
+angleworms, if I were you. Grandfather
+Mole may be mistaken. He may have
+caught only the second biggest one."</p>
+
+<p>What her husband said made Mrs.
+Robin feel better. And she declared that
+she would surprise Grandfather Mole yet.</p>
+
+<p>Strange to say, the very next day
+Grandfather Mole spoke to Mrs. Robin
+again and told her that "there was no
+use trying to surprise him, so she needn't
+waste her valuable time trying to do it."</p>
+
+<p>This news made Mrs. Robin quite
+speechless. She couldn't think how
+Grandfather Mole had happened to learn
+of her remark, unless her husband had
+been gossiping with his friends. And if
+that was the case, Mrs. Robin didn't mean
+to let anything of the kind occur again.
+So she went on searching for her chil<span class='pagenum'><a name="p_50" id="p_50">p. 50</a></span>dren's
+breakfast and said nothing to any
+one about Grandfather Mole's latest bit of
+advice.</p>
+
+<p>Mrs. Robin worked harder than ever
+that day. It seemed to her husband that
+she had eyes for nothing but worms. Certainly
+she paid little attention to him. So
+he couldn't help feeling pleased when she
+called to him toward evening.</p>
+
+<p>He flew quickly to her side. And he
+saw at once that she needed his help. For
+Mrs. Robin had an end of a pinkish-white
+worm in her bill, on which she was tugging
+as hard as she could.</p>
+
+<p>"I think it's the biggest one in the garden!"
+she managed to gasp. "But it simply
+won't come up out of the ground."</p>
+
+<p>"It must be the grandfather of them
+all!" Jolly Robin cried. And laying hold
+of the worm himself, he pulled with her.</p>
+
+<p>Somehow there seemed a great commo<span class='pagenum'><a name="p_51" id="p_51">p. 51</a></span>tion
+in the loose dirt at their feet, as they
+struggled to get the worm out of its hiding-place.
+And at last, to their great delight,
+they felt it&mdash;saw it&mdash;coming.</p>
+
+<p>Then a shower of dirt flew into their
+faces and both Jolly Robin and his wife
+tumbled over backward.</p>
+
+<p>It was no worm that Mrs. Robin had
+found, but Grandfather Mole's hairless
+tail sticking out of the ground. Together
+they had dragged him to the surface.</p>
+
+<p>And if Mrs. Robin hadn't found the
+grandfather of all angleworms, at least
+she had found Grandfather Mole.</p>
+
+<p>And she had given him a surprise, too.</p>
+
+
+
+<hr class="chapter" /><p class="chapter"><span class='pagenum'><a name="p_52" id="p_52">p. 52</a></span></p>
+<h2><a name="XII" id="XII"></a>XII</h2>
+
+<h3>MR. BLACKBIRD'S ADVICE</h3>
+
+
+<p class="noindent"><span class="smcap">Out</span> of the pine woods beyond the meadow
+Mr. Blackbird sometimes came to breakfast
+in Farmer Green's garden. He
+claimed that he came there to look for
+angleworms. But those that knew him
+best said that he wasn't above taking an
+egg out of some small bird's nest. And
+some whispered that he had even been
+known to devour a nestling.</p>
+
+<p>Whenever he visited the garden he told
+everybody that he should never come there
+again because Grandfather Mole was too
+greedy. Mr. Blackbird said that Grandfather
+Mole didn't leave enough angle<span class='pagenum'><a name="p_53" id="p_53">p. 53</a></span>worms
+to make it worth his while to fly
+across the meadow. And one day when
+he chanced to meet Grandfather Mole he
+told him that it was a shame, the way he
+was treating Farmer Green.</p>
+
+<p>"Farmer Green is good enough to let
+you live underneath his garden. But instead
+of showing him that you are grateful
+you eat all of his angleworms you can."</p>
+
+<p>Grandfather Mole was thunderstruck.
+After pondering over Mr. Blackbird's
+speech for a few moments he raised his
+head. "What shall I do?" he asked in a
+plaintive voice.</p>
+
+<p>"I should think you'd turn over a new
+leaf," Mr. Blackbird told him severely.</p>
+
+<p>And Grandfather Mole promised that
+he would.</p>
+
+<p>"I'll turn one over to-day," he said, "if
+you think it will please Farmer Green."</p>
+
+<p>"There's no doubt that it will," Mr.<span class='pagenum'><a name="p_54" id="p_54">p. 54</a></span>
+Blackbird assured him in a slightly more
+amiable tone.</p>
+
+<p>A hopeful look came into Grandfather
+Mole's face. And after thanking Mr.
+Blackbird for his advice, he turned away
+and burrowed out of sight.</p>
+
+<p>Then Mr. Blackbird selected a good
+many choice tidbits here and there, which
+he bolted with gusto. And after he had
+eaten what Jolly Robin, who had been
+watching him, declared afterward to have
+been a hearty meal and big enough for
+any one, Mr. Blackbird began to scold.
+He announced that there wasn't any use
+of his looking for anything more to eat
+in that neighborhood, for there wasn't
+enough there to keep a mosquito alive.
+And thereupon he flew away. Nor was
+anybody sorry to see him go.</p>
+
+<p>Most of the feathered folk agreed that
+Mr. Blackbird ought not to have spoken<span class='pagenum'><a name="p_55" id="p_55">p. 55</a></span>
+as he did to Grandfather Mole. But Jolly
+Robin's wife said that she was glad there
+was somebody with backbone enough to
+tell Grandfather Mole the truth.</p>
+
+<p>"If there were many more like Grandfather
+Mole in the garden we'd all have to
+spend our summers somewhere else," she
+said, "or starve."</p>
+
+<p>Jolly Robin told her that she would find
+things much the same, no matter where
+she lived. "What's a garden, without an
+old mole or two?" he asked the company
+in general. And since nobody answered,
+Jolly Robin seemed to think he had silenced
+Mrs. Robin&mdash;for once.</p>
+
+<p>But it was not so.</p>
+
+<p>"A garden without an old mole in it
+would be just what I'd like," she cried.</p>
+
+<p>"Well, anyhow, my dear," her husband
+said, "please remember that Grandfather
+Mole is going to turn over a new leaf."</p>
+
+
+
+<hr class="chapter" /><p class="chapter"><span class='pagenum'><a name="p_56" id="p_56">p. 56</a></span></p>
+<h2><a name="XIII" id="XIII"></a>XIII</h2>
+
+<h3>TURNING OVER A NEW LEAF</h3>
+
+
+<p class="noindent"><span class="smcap">Several</span> days passed before Mr. Blackbird
+returned to Farmer Green's garden.
+And when at last he flew across the meadow
+one morning and perched on the garden
+fence, to take a look around before
+beginning his breakfast, he saw that Mrs.
+Jolly Robin was making countless trips
+between the garden and her home. Early
+as it was she was hard at work feeding
+her nestlings.</p>
+
+<p>"How are the pickings this morning?"
+Mr. Blackbird called to her.</p>
+
+<p>"I'm finding plenty for my children to
+eat&mdash;if that's what you mean," Mrs. Robin<span class='pagenum'><a name="p_57" id="p_57">p. 57</a></span>
+replied somewhat haughtily. Mr. Blackbird
+laughed in the sleeve of his black coat.
+The rascal delighted in using language
+that did not please Mrs. Robin.</p>
+
+<p>"If the pickings are good, then there
+must be fewer pickers," he remarked with
+a grin. "I suppose Grandfather Mole
+has taken my advice and turned over a
+new leaf."</p>
+
+<p>"I don't know about that," said Mrs.
+Robin. "Anyhow, there are plenty of
+good crawling things stirring after last
+night's shower. Everything seems to be
+coming up out of the garden this morning."</p>
+
+<p>She had scarcely finished speaking
+when Grandfather Mole poked his head
+from beneath a head of lettuce. Mr.
+Blackbird was just about to begin his
+breakfast. But he paused when he saw
+Grandfather Mole.</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="p_58" id="p_58">p. 58</a></span>"Hello!" he cried. "What brings you
+to the surface?"</p>
+
+<p>Grandfather Mole knew Mr. Blackbird's
+voice at once.</p>
+
+<p>"I'm glad you're here!" he exclaimed.
+"I want you to tell Farmer Green the
+news. For I know he'll be delighted to
+hear it."</p>
+
+<p>Then Mr. Blackbird did an ungentlemanly
+thing. He winked at Jolly Robin's
+wife. But he was a rowdy. So what could
+you expect of him?</p>
+
+<p>"You've turned over a new leaf, have
+you?" he asked Grandfather Mole.</p>
+
+<p>"Yes!" said Grandfather Mole. "And
+not only one! I've turned over a new one
+every day since I last saw you."</p>
+
+<p>Mr. Blackbird replied that he was glad
+to know it.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 390px; margin-bottom: 30px; margin-top: 30px;">
+<a name="illus-003" id="illus-003"></a>
+<a name="illus-003-grande" id="illus-003-grande" href="images/illus-003-grande.jpg">
+<img src="images/illus-003.jpg" width="390" height="554"
+alt="Grandfather Mole Greets Mr. Meadow Mouse."
+title="Grandfather Mole Greets Mr. Meadow Mouse." />
+</a>
+<span class="caption">Grandfather Mole Greets Mr. Meadow Mouse.</span>
+<p style="font-size: 80%; text-align: right">(<a href="#i-003"><i>Page</i> 61</a>)</p>
+</div>
+
+<p>"At least," Grandfather Mole continued,
+"I've turned over the newest<span class='pagenum'><a name="p_59" id="p_59">p. 59</a></span>
+leaves I could. Of course you can't turn
+over a leaf unless it's big enough to turn
+over. When a leaf is so young that it
+wraps itself around the main stalk it's
+useless to try to turn it over. And it's a
+great waste of time waiting for it to grow....
+But it's easy to turn over a big one."
+Suiting his action to his words, Grandfather
+Mole stepped up to a loose-growing
+head of lettuce, and thrusting his long nose
+under a drooping leaf he lifted it up and
+pushed it over.</p>
+
+<p>As soon as he moved aside a little the
+leaf promptly righted itself. Grandfather
+Mole felt it brush his back as it swept into
+place again.</p>
+
+<p>"Of course," he remarked, "you can't
+expect a leaf to stay turned over, unless
+you want to stand and hold it in place.
+And that would be a great waste of time&mdash;especially
+for one as hungry as I am."<span class='pagenum'><a name="p_60" id="p_60">p. 60</a></span>
+And poking his drill-like snout into the
+earth, he drew forth a huge angleworm,
+which quickly disappeared down his
+throat.</p>
+
+<p>Mr. Blackbird choked; and not over
+anything he was eating, either. He choked
+because he was angry.</p>
+
+<p>"It's no use," he said gloomily to Mrs.
+Robin, as soon as he could speak. "It's
+no use trying to get Grandfather Mole to
+stop eating angleworms. In my opinion,
+he's too old to turn over a new leaf&mdash;the
+way I meant.</p>
+
+<p>"You can't teach an old Mole new
+tricks," said Mr. Blackbird.</p>
+
+
+
+<hr class="chapter" /><p class="chapter"><span class='pagenum'><a name="p_61" id="p_61">p. 61</a></span></p>
+<h2><a name="XIV" id="XIV"></a>XIV</h2>
+
+<h3>THE NEW SUNSHADE</h3>
+
+
+<p class="noindent"><a name="i-003" id="i-003"></a><span class="smcap">Grandfather Mole</span> was resting in the
+shade of a toadstool. It was a stifling,
+sultry day. And having come up into the
+garden on some errand or other, Grandfather
+Mole had found the sunshine upon
+his back altogether too hot for his liking.</p>
+
+<p>He was thinking how comfortable his
+own cool, dark chambers were, and wondering
+why anybody should prefer to live
+above ground in the heat, when a voice
+called to him, "What a fine umbrella you
+have! It must be a handy thing to have in
+one's family!"</p>
+
+<p>It was Mr. Meadow Mouse speaking.
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="p_62" id="p_62">p. 62</a></span>And since Grandfather Mole knew him to
+be a harmless sort of person he asked him
+to come over and join him.</p>
+
+<p>"To be sure, there's not room enough
+for two under my sunshade," Grandfather
+Mole said. "But you can stand just outside
+it. And perhaps the sight of me in
+the shade may help you to feel cooler, even
+if you are in the sun."</p>
+
+<p>Well, Mr. Meadow Mouse smiled a bit,
+all to himself. He knew that Grandfather
+Mole was odd. And being a good-natured
+person and wishing to please Grandfather
+Mole, Mr. Meadow Mouse joined him.</p>
+
+<p>"What do you think of it now?" Grandfather
+Mole demanded of Mr. Meadow
+Mouse, almost as soon as he had stepped
+just outside the shade of the toadstool.
+"Don't you feel cooler already? I
+shouldn't care to stay in the garden a
+second without this sunshade."</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="p_63" id="p_63">p. 63</a></span>Mr. Meadow Mouse wanted to be polite.
+So he replied that perhaps he did feel a
+bit more comfortable.</p>
+
+<p>"You ought to own one of these," said
+Grandfather Mole.</p>
+
+<p>"I've heard they're not always easy to
+find," Mr. Meadow Mouse remarked.</p>
+
+<p>"That's true," Grandfather agreed.</p>
+
+<p>"You don't&mdash;ahem!&mdash;you don't use this
+one all the time, do you?" Mr. Meadow
+Mouse inquired.</p>
+
+<p>"No!" Grandfather Mole answered.
+"Not when it rains!"</p>
+
+<p>"Then," said Mr. Meadow Mouse,
+"maybe you'll let me borrow your umbrella
+(or sunshade, as you call it) some
+rainy day."</p>
+
+<p>"Certainly! You shall take it the next
+time it rains!" Grandfather promised.</p>
+
+<p>As Mr. Meadow Mouse murmured,
+"Thank you!" he looked up at the sky<span class='pagenum'><a name="p_64" id="p_64">p. 64</a></span>
+with a knowing eye. He could see signs
+there. But of course Grandfather Mole
+had never seen the sky in all his life.</p>
+
+<p>"The very next time it rains!" Mr.
+Meadow Mouse repeated, as if he wanted
+to be sure there was no misunderstanding
+about it.</p>
+
+<p>"Certainly! Certainly!" Grandfather
+Mole said. "And as I've remarked before,
+I'd be glad to let you come under
+the sunshade now, beside me, if there was
+only room enough for both of us."</p>
+
+<p>"You needn't trouble yourself," Mr.
+Meadow Mouse told him. And once more
+he scanned the sky eagerly.</p>
+
+<p>"What's that?" Grandfather Mole
+cried suddenly, as he started up in alarm.
+"What struck the top of my sunshade?"</p>
+
+<p>"I don't know," said Mr. Meadow
+Mouse. "I don't know what it was, unless
+it was a rain-drop."</p>
+
+
+
+<hr class="chapter" /><p class="chapter"><span class='pagenum'><a name="p_65" id="p_65">p. 65</a></span></p>
+<h2><a name="XV" id="XV"></a>XV</h2>
+
+<h3>TWO AND A TOADSTOOL</h3>
+
+
+<p class="noindent"><span class="smcap">Grandfather Mole</span> had promised Mr.
+Meadow Mouse that he would loan him
+his toadstool sunshade&mdash;or umbrella&mdash;the
+very next time it rained. But when he
+agreed to that, Grandfather hadn't the
+slightest idea there was a shower coming.
+Mr. Meadow Mouse, however, had
+watched the dark clouds gathering in the
+sky. But he had said nothing of what he
+saw. And when the rain-drops began to
+patter on top of Grandfather Mole's sunshade
+Mr. Meadow Mouse cried in a brisk
+voice: "I'll thank you, sir, for the loan of
+your umbrella!"</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="p_66" id="p_66">p. 66</a></span>Now, Grandfather Mole had never used
+his umbrella until that very day. It was
+not a quarter of an hour since he had discovered
+it standing in the garden. And
+when he had made his promise to Mr.
+Meadow Mouse he had had no idea that
+it was going to rain so soon. He didn't
+like the thought of loaning a new umbrella
+the first day he owned it.</p>
+
+<p>"Can't you wait?" he asked Mr. Meadow
+Mouse. "Wouldn't some other day
+suit you just as well?"</p>
+
+<p>But Mr. Meadow Mouse reminded him
+that a promise was a promise.</p>
+
+<p>"Well, then&mdash;can't you squeeze in beside
+me?" Grandfather Mole asked him.</p>
+
+<p>But Mr. Meadow Mouse said that he
+didn't see how he could do that. "Now
+that it rains there's no more room under
+your umbrella than there was a few moments
+ago, when the sun was shining."</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="p_67" id="p_67">p. 67</a></span>"You're mistaken," said Grandfather
+Mole.</p>
+
+<p>Mr. Meadow Mouse looked surprised.
+"I don't understand how that can be," he
+muttered.</p>
+
+<p>"This toadstool is growing bigger all
+the time," Grandfather Mole explained.</p>
+
+<p>"Very well!" said Mr. Meadow Mouse.
+"If you think there's room for two, I'll
+crowd in." As he spoke he wedged himself
+between Grandfather Mole and the
+stem of the toadstool umbrella. And immediately
+Grandfather Mole found himself
+out in the rain. The old gentleman
+didn't like that very well; and he said as
+much, too.</p>
+
+<p>"It's plain that your umbrella didn't
+grow as much as you thought," Mr. Meadow
+Mouse retorted.</p>
+
+<p>"You're mistaken," Grandfather Mole
+told him once more. "My umbrella grew<span class='pagenum'><a name="p_68" id="p_68">p. 68</a></span>
+exactly as much as I expected it would.
+But there was one thing I forgot."</p>
+
+<p>"What was that?"</p>
+
+<p>"You were growing at the same time,"
+Grandfather Mole replied.</p>
+
+<p>"Yes! And there's another thing that
+you forgot!" Mr. Meadow Mouse exclaimed.</p>
+
+<p>"I doubt it," said Grandfather Mole.
+And though he didn't ask what it was, Mr.
+Meadow Mouse told him.</p>
+
+<p>"You were growing too!" he cried.</p>
+
+<p>But Grandfather Mole couldn't agree
+with Mr. Meadow Mouse.</p>
+
+<p>"I'm too old to grow any more," he said.</p>
+
+<p>"Pardon me," said Mr. Meadow Mouse,
+"but I don't see how a person with your
+well known appetite can help growing fat.
+And anyhow I'm sorry you're out in the
+rain. But it's certainly not my fault."</p>
+
+<p>"We won't discuss that," Grandfather<span class='pagenum'><a name="p_69" id="p_69">p. 69</a></span>
+Mole told him. "And since I don't want
+to get wet I'm going home.... I hope
+you'll take good care of my new sunshade.
+And please don't forget to return it!" he
+added anxiously.</p>
+
+<p>"I'll leave it right here for you," Mr.
+Meadow Mouse promised.</p>
+
+<p>Though Grandfather Mole was far from
+satisfied he crawled into the ground and
+left Mr. Meadow Mouse to enjoy the rain
+pattering on the top of the toadstool. And
+the next day, to his great relief, Grandfather
+Mole found his sunshade in the
+same spot. Mr. Meadow Mouse hadn't
+taken it away. To tell the truth, he had
+tried to; but he had found that he couldn't
+move it. Grandfather Mole said it was the
+first sunshade that a borrower had ever returned
+to him.</p>
+
+<p>And that was the truth. For he had
+never owned a sunshade before.</p>
+
+
+
+<hr class="chapter" /><p class="chapter"><span class='pagenum'><a name="p_70" id="p_70">p. 70</a></span></p>
+<h2><a name="XVI" id="XVI"></a>XVI</h2>
+
+<h3>GRANDFATHER MOLE'S VISITOR</h3>
+
+
+<p class="noindent"><span class="smcap">Whatever</span> Grandfather Mole's neighbors
+might say of him, they never could claim that
+he was lazy. He was always busy.
+When he wasn't eating or sleeping you
+could be quite sure that he was digging.
+He never seemed to be satisfied with his
+house, but was forever making what he
+called "improvements." If there was one
+thing he liked, it was plenty of halls. He
+had halls running in every direction. And
+since a person could never tell in which
+one Grandfather Mole might be, visitors
+might roam about his dark galleries a long
+time without finding him.</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="p_71" id="p_71">p. 71</a></span>If anybody happened to point out to
+Grandfather Mole that his house had such
+a drawback, Grandfather Mole always answered
+that he liked his house just as it
+was and that he wouldn't change it for
+anything&mdash;except to add a few more halls.</p>
+
+<p>He was very set in his ways. He
+claimed that he wouldn't be comfortable
+in a house that had maybe only two halls&mdash;a
+front and a back one, as Billy Woodchuck's
+dwelling was known to contain.</p>
+
+<p>Maybe that was the reason why Grandfather
+Mole never went visiting. And as
+for anybody else visiting him&mdash;well, what
+was the use when most likely you never
+could find him?</p>
+
+<p>Nevertheless there was one of Grandfather
+Mole's neighbors who called at his
+house frequently, and for the very reason
+that he knew he could probably do exactly
+as he pleased. Far from trying to find<span class='pagenum'><a name="p_72" id="p_72">p. 72</a></span>
+Grandfather Mole, Mr. Meadow Mouse always
+took pains to avoid him. And if by
+chance he met Grandfather Mole in one of
+his galleries Mr. Meadow Mouse was always
+extremely polite&mdash;and ready to run
+at a moment's notice.</p>
+
+<p>During corn-planting time Mr. Meadow
+Mouse went regularly down into a
+gallery of Grandfather Mole's that ran
+under a corner of the cornfield. And
+somehow he soon grew quite plump.</p>
+
+<p>Now, Grandfather Mole had met Mr.
+Meadow Mouse two or three times in that
+particular gallery. And he was not slow
+to notice that his visitor looked fatter each
+time he saw him. So one day Grandfather
+Mole asked Mr. Meadow Mouse bluntly
+what he was doing there.</p>
+
+<p>"I'm taking a stroll!" Mr. Meadow
+Mouse told him meekly.</p>
+
+<p>"Be careful"&mdash;Grandfather Mole<span class='pagenum'><a name="p_73" id="p_73">p. 73</a></span>
+warned him&mdash;"be careful that you don't
+take anything else!"</p>
+
+<p>Trembling slightly (for Grandfather
+Mole could be terribly severe when he
+wanted to be) Mr. Meadow Mouse said
+that he hoped Grandfather Mole didn't
+mind if a person took a little exercise now
+and then in those underground halls. "On
+a warm summer's day it's delightfully
+cool down here," Mr. Meadow Mouse murmured.</p>
+
+<p>His speech pleased Grandfather Mole.</p>
+
+<p>"I'm glad there's some one that agrees
+with me!" he exclaimed. "Most people
+think I'm queer because I like to live
+underground."</p>
+
+<p>Mr. Meadow Mouse hastened to assure
+him that <i>he</i> didn't think him queer&mdash;not
+in the least!</p>
+
+<p>"Thank you! Thank you!" Grandfather
+Mole said. "And since you're a<span class='pagenum'><a name="p_74" id="p_74">p. 74</a></span>
+person of more sense than I had supposed
+you're welcome to ramble through my
+halls&mdash;so long as you don't take anything
+except exercise and a stroll."</p>
+
+<p>Then it was Mr. Meadow Mouse's turn
+to thank Grandfather Mole.</p>
+
+<p>"I feel better," he said, "now that
+you've given me permission to come here.
+For to tell the truth, I've often felt that I
+was taking a chance."</p>
+
+<p>So matters went on smoothly for a time.
+And Mr. Meadow Mouse spent hours in
+the gallery under the cornfield. And he
+grew fatter every day. Naturally he did
+not take such pains to dodge Grandfather
+Mole&mdash;after the talk they had had. And
+when the two met one evening Grandfather
+Mole stopped Mr. Meadow Mouse.</p>
+
+<p>"There's something I want to say to
+you," he remarked. "I notice you're
+looking extremely well-fed. And I hope<span class='pagenum'><a name="p_75" id="p_75">p. 75</a></span>
+you're not eating any of my angleworms."</p>
+
+<p>Mr. Meadow Mouse laughed right in
+Grandfather Mole's face.</p>
+
+<p>"Oh, no!" he replied.</p>
+
+<p>"Nor any of my grubs or bugs?"
+Grandfather Mole persisted.</p>
+
+<p>"Certainly not!" said Mr. Meadow
+Mouse, making a wry face as he spoke&mdash;for
+he was rather a dainty person. And
+then he whispered something to Grandfather
+Mole.</p>
+
+<p>"Oh!" said Grandfather Mole. "So
+that's it, eh? Well, I don't mind. I never
+eat anything of that sort. Take all you
+want of it!"</p>
+
+
+
+<hr class="chapter" /><p class="chapter"><span class='pagenum'><a name="p_76" id="p_76">p. 76</a></span></p>
+<h2><a name="XVII" id="XVII"></a>XVII</h2>
+
+<h3>MR. CROW SCOLDS</h3>
+
+
+<p class="noindent"><span class="smcap">Old</span> Mr. Crow was angry with Grandfather
+Mole.</p>
+
+<p>Now, there was nothing strange about
+that, because Mr. Crow was always losing
+his temper. And his neighbors had
+long since learned not to pay much heed to
+his scolding. They knew that loud talk
+never really hurt any one. And generally
+Mr. Crow forgot a grievance quickly, because
+he was sure to get angry with somebody
+else.</p>
+
+<p>There was one matter upon which Mr.
+Crow was especially touchy. That was
+corn. If anybody talked about corn-rob<span class='pagenum'><a name="p_77" id="p_77">p. 77</a></span>bers,
+or even said much about corn as a
+food, Mr. Crow always lost his temper.
+And if anybody showed much liking for
+corn, or meddled in the cornfield, then old
+Mr. Crow would get so angry that he
+couldn't speak a pleasant word for days
+and days.</p>
+
+<p>And now he was enraged because he had
+reason to believe that Grandfather Mole
+was eating the corn that Farmer Green
+had planted.</p>
+
+<p>"He's eating it out of the hills," Mr.
+Crow told his neighbors.</p>
+
+<p>"Farmer Green sometimes places scarecrows
+in the cornfield," Jimmy Rabbit remarked.
+"So why wouldn't it be a good
+idea to get him to set up a few scaremoles?"</p>
+
+<p>"That wouldn't help any," Mr. Crow
+said gloomily. Usually the merest mention
+of a scarecrow sent him into a rage.<span class='pagenum'><a name="p_78" id="p_78">p. 78</a></span>
+But now he was too angry with Grandfather
+Mole to pick a quarrel with any one
+else. "Grandfather Mole couldn't see a
+scaremole if he ran head first into it," Mr.
+Crow continued. "And besides, even if
+he had eyes to see with, he's working
+underground. Grandfather Mole has dug
+galleries that run under the cornfield. And
+he can get right inside a hill of corn and
+gobble the seed corn without being seen."</p>
+
+<p>"Then how do you know what Grandfather
+Mole is doing, when you can't see
+him?" Jimmy Rabbit inquired.</p>
+
+<p>"The corn isn't coming up as it should,"
+Mr. Crow told him. "So I scratched open
+a hill myself, to find out what was the
+matter."</p>
+
+<p>"You didn't find Grandfather Mole, did
+you?" Jimmy Rabbit cried.</p>
+
+<p>"No!" said Mr. Crow. "And I found
+no corn, either. But there was one of<span class='pagenum'><a name="p_79" id="p_79">p. 79</a></span>
+Grandfather Mole's galleries leading up
+to the center of the hill. So it's easy to
+guess where the corn goes."</p>
+
+<p>Since news always travels fast in Pleasant
+Valley and tales such as Mr. Crow told
+spread more rapidly than any other, it
+wasn't long before Mrs. Robin repeated
+Mr. Crow's remarks in Grandfather
+Mole's hearing.</p>
+
+<p>"What's that?" he called. "Please say
+that again!"</p>
+
+<p>"Old Mr. Crow claims that you are eating
+Farmer Green's seed corn out of the
+hills," Mrs. Robin said. And she had the
+grace to grow somewhat red in the face,
+because it was hardly the sort of thing to
+say to an old gentleman like Grandfather
+Mole.</p>
+
+<p>For a few moments Grandfather Mole
+was silent. He couldn't say a word for
+himself. And Mrs. Robin whispered to<span class='pagenum'><a name="p_80" id="p_80">p. 80</a></span>
+some of her friends that it certainly looked
+as if Grandfather Mole was guilty.</p>
+
+<p>At last he managed to speak. But it
+was a most peculiar question that he
+asked; so far as Mrs. Robin could see, it
+had absolutely nothing to do with the case:</p>
+
+<p>"If you happen to see Mr. Meadow
+Mouse, will you tell him that I'd like to
+have a talk with him?"</p>
+
+
+
+<hr class="chapter" /><p class="chapter"><span class='pagenum'><a name="p_81" id="p_81">p. 81</a></span></p>
+<h2><a name="XVIII" id="XVIII"></a>XVIII</h2>
+
+<h3>A TALK WITH MR. MEADOW<br />MOUSE</h3>
+
+
+<p class="noindent"><span class="smcap">The</span> next time she saw Mr. Meadow Mouse
+Mrs. Robin gave him Grandfather Mole's
+message. "He says," said she, "he'd like
+to have a talk with you."</p>
+
+<p>"Does he?" Mr. Meadow Mouse exclaimed.
+"Now I wonder what he has to
+say! I returned his umbrella to him, after
+the rain. So it can't be about that."</p>
+
+<p>"If I wanted to know, I'd go and find
+Grandfather Mole," Mrs. Robin suggested
+tartly.</p>
+
+<p>Being a mild sort of person, Mr. Meadow
+Mouse thanked Mrs. Robin politely,
+both for the message and for the advice.<span class='pagenum'><a name="p_82" id="p_82">p. 82</a></span>
+And then, scampering to a certain spot
+that he knew, near the fence, he disappeared
+through an opening into the
+ground. It was one of Grandfather
+Mole's doorways. Mr. Meadow Mouse did
+not hesitate to use it, being one of those
+fortunate folk that are quite at home anywhere.
+It made little difference to him
+whether he was above the ground or in
+it. And aside from Grandfather Mole and
+his own family there was no one that knew
+his way about Grandfather Mole's galleries
+as well as Mr. Meadow Mouse.</p>
+
+<p>To be sure, he had some trouble in finding
+the old gentleman, there were so many
+different passages in which to look for
+him. But at last Mr. Meadow Mouse met
+Grandfather Mole in a long tunnel that
+followed a row of newly planted corn.</p>
+
+<p>"Ah, ha!" Grandfather Mole cried.
+"There's something I want to say to you."</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="p_83" id="p_83">p. 83</a></span>"So I hear!" Mr. Meadow Mouse replied
+a bit anxiously, for Grandfather
+Mole sounded none too pleasant.</p>
+
+<p>"You've been getting me into trouble
+with old Mr. Crow," Grandfather Mole
+complained. "He thinks I've been eating
+the seed corn that Farmer Green planted.
+And if I told him that it was you that's
+done it, and that you've been using my
+galleries to reach the hills of corn, Mr.
+Crow would never believe what I said."</p>
+
+<p>"It looks bad for you, doesn't it?" said
+Mr. Meadow Mouse more cheerfully.</p>
+
+<p>Somehow his remark displeased Grandfather
+Mole.</p>
+
+<p>"You'd better be careful what you say!"
+he warned Mr. Meadow Mouse. "If you
+make me angry it will go hard with you."</p>
+
+<p>Now, Grandfather Mole was known to
+be a terrible fighter when aroused. And
+Mr. Meadow Mouse had no liking for a<span class='pagenum'><a name="p_84" id="p_84">p. 84</a></span>
+fight with any one. So he moved backward
+a few steps and made ready to run.</p>
+
+<p>"I'm sorry if I have caused you
+trouble," he said. "Couldn't you explain
+to Mr. Crow that you have tunnelled into
+the hills of corn in order to catch the grubs
+that would eat the corn if you didn't eat
+them first? Can't you tell him that you
+are helping the corn crop, instead of ruining
+it?"</p>
+
+<p>Grandfather Mole shook his head.</p>
+
+<p>"You're not much acquainted with Mr.
+Crow," he replied. "If he has made up his
+mind that I'm stealing corn nothing I
+could say would change his opinion."</p>
+
+<p>"Can't I help you in some way?" Mr.
+Meadow Mouse asked. "I'd do almost
+anything, because you've let me use your
+galleries."</p>
+
+<p>Grandfather Mole pondered for a
+time.
+
+<a name="i-001" id="i-001"></a><span class='pagenum'><a name="p_85" id="p_85">p. 85</a></span></p>
+
+<p>"Perhaps there is a way you can help,"
+he said at last. "If you'll manage somehow
+to let Mr. Crow catch you in one of
+these hills, with your mouth full of corn,
+he'd know that you were the guilty party."</p>
+
+<p>Mr. Meadow Mouse paled at the thought
+of such a situation. And his legs shook
+beneath him. "Oh! I&mdash;I couldn't do
+that!" he stammered. "Can't you think
+of some other way?"</p>
+
+<p>"Yes, I can!" Grandfather replied.
+"I'll let him catch me in a hill of corn."</p>
+
+<p>"With corn in your mouth?" Mr. Meadow
+Mouse inquired eagerly.</p>
+
+<p>"No!" said Grandfather Mole. "With
+<i>you</i> in my mouth!" When he chose,
+Grandfather Mole could be very spry.
+And as he said those words he made a
+quick rush toward Mr. Meadow Mouse.</p>
+
+<p>Then there was a great scurrying down
+there in the dark.</p>
+
+
+
+<hr class="chapter" /><p class="chapter"><span class='pagenum'><a name="p_86" id="p_86">p. 86</a></span></p>
+<h2><a name="XIX" id="XIX"></a>XIX</h2>
+
+<h3>MR. CROW'S APOLOGY</h3>
+
+
+<p class="noindent"><span class="smcap">It</span> was lucky for Mr. Meadow Mouse that
+he had placed a little distance between
+himself and Grandfather Mole down in
+the gallery under the cornfield. For when
+Grandfather Mole rushed at him, Mr.
+Meadow Mouse had just enough lead to
+escape. He made for the open air as fast
+as he could scramble, knowing that Grandfather
+Mole could never catch him once he
+reached the great out-of-doors.</p>
+
+<p>Perhaps it was only natural that Grandfather
+Mole should have been angry with
+Mr. Meadow Mouse. Nobody likes to be
+accused of thieving&mdash;especially when he<span class='pagenum'><a name="p_87" id="p_87">p. 87</a></span>
+is innocent. And when the real corn
+thief (Mr. Meadow Mouse) declined to
+take the blame off Grandfather Mole's
+shoulders maybe his anger was not altogether
+uncalled-for.</p>
+
+<p>After all, Grandfather Mole was glad,
+in a way, that Mr. Meadow Mouse had got
+away from him. "It proves"&mdash;Grandfather
+Mole told himself&mdash;"it proves that
+Mr. Meadow Mouse is not only a thief: he's
+a coward as well."</p>
+
+<p>At the same time, any one that really
+knew old Mr. Crow couldn't have blamed
+Mr. Meadow Mouse for not wanting to
+follow Grandfather's suggestion. Grandfather
+Mole had asked Mr. Meadow Mouse
+to allow Mr. Crow to catch him with his
+mouth full of corn, so that Mr. Crow might
+know that it wasn't Grandfather Mole
+that was taking the seed corn, as Mr. Crow
+supposed.</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="p_88" id="p_88">p. 88</a></span>Mr. Meadow Mouse was too well acquainted
+with old Mr. Crow to get himself
+into any such fix as that.</p>
+
+<p>When he found himself above ground,
+after Grandfather Mole had chased him
+out of his galleries, Mr. Meadow Mouse
+felt so pleased with himself that he
+couldn't help telling his neighbors about
+his adventure. He boasted that he had
+been eating the seed corn out of the hills.
+And he declared that he didn't care if
+Mr. Crow heard of it himself.</p>
+
+<p>"It's no more his corn than mine," Mr.
+Meadow Mouse said. "It belongs to
+Farmer Green. And since he has never
+spoken to me about missing any, I don't
+believe he cares. Besides, I've often noticed
+that he drops more kernels in a hill
+than he expects will grow. And really
+I've been saving him the trouble of pulling
+up a good many young stalks."</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="p_89" id="p_89">p. 89</a></span>All this Mr. Meadow Mouse spread far
+and wide. And soon it reached the ears
+of old Mr. Crow.</p>
+
+<p>"Ha!" Mr. Crow exclaimed. "So he's
+the thief! I'll have to teach him a lesson."</p>
+
+<p>It was Jasper Jay that had related the
+news to his cousin, old Mr. Crow. And
+now he asked, "What about Grandfather
+Mole? Don't you think you ought to
+apologize to him?"</p>
+
+<p>That was a strange thing for Jasper Jay
+to ask. He was the greatest rowdy in the
+woods, with shocking manners.</p>
+
+<p>Mr. Crow gave Jasper a sidewise
+glance.</p>
+
+<p>"Will you apologize for me?" he inquired.
+"I'm too busy to do it myself."</p>
+
+<p>"Certainly I will!" Jasper Jay cried.
+"Leave that to me!" And he hurried off
+at once to find Grandfather Mole.</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="p_90" id="p_90">p. 90</a></span>Jasper was lucky enough to see Grandfather
+Mole's head sticking out of the
+ground, when he reached the garden.</p>
+
+<p>"I have a message for you!" Jasper told
+him. "My cousin Mr. Crow&mdash;the old
+black rascal!&mdash;was going to punish you
+for stealing corn. But he has made other
+arrangements."</p>
+
+<p>"Mr. Crow"&mdash;Grandfather Mole spluttered&mdash;"Mr.
+Crow owes me an apology."</p>
+
+<p>"Not now, he doesn't!" Jasper disputed.</p>
+
+<p>"Why not?" Grandfather Mole cried.</p>
+
+<p>"Because I've just brought his apology
+and given it to you," Jasper Jay replied.</p>
+
+<p>But Grandfather Mole told him to be
+gone, and to take the apology away with
+him.</p>
+
+<p>"It's nothing but an insult!" Grandfather
+Mole declared.</p>
+
+
+
+<hr class="chapter" /><p class="chapter"><span class='pagenum'><a name="p_91" id="p_91">p. 91</a></span></p>
+<h2><a name="XX" id="XX"></a>XX</h2>
+
+<h3>A SIGN OF RAIN</h3>
+
+
+<p class="noindent"><span class="smcap">Over</span> near the garden fence lay an old
+hollow log. Grandfather Mole discovered
+it one day; and thinking that it would be
+a fine place to look for grubs and other
+good things, he crept into one end of it.</p>
+
+<p>If he had been able to see, near the
+other end of the log, a pair of bright eyes
+that peered at him out of the darkness
+perhaps he would have backed out in a
+hurry. But it was all right. The owner
+of the two eyes was only Sandy Chipmunk.
+And he spoke pleasantly to Grandfather
+Mole, in a soft sort of chatter, because he
+didn't want to alarm him.</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="p_92" id="p_92">p. 92</a></span>"Good afternoon!" said Grandfather
+Mole. At Sandy's first word he had
+jumped. But as soon as he knew who was
+in the log with him he felt safe enough.
+"What are you doing here, young man?"
+Grandfather inquired.</p>
+
+<p>"I came in to get out of the rain,"
+Sandy told him.</p>
+
+<p>"Rain!" Grandfather Mole exclaimed.
+"It's not raining!"</p>
+
+<p>"I know that. But it's going to," Sandy
+Chipmunk replied.</p>
+
+<p>"There's not the least sign of rain,"
+Grandfather Mole declared. Being older
+than Sandy, he didn't hesitate to dispute
+what Sandy said. And he never troubled
+himself to apologize, either. Sandy Chipmunk
+noticed that, for he had been carefully
+reared by his mother. But he knew
+that Grandfather Mole was considered an
+odd old gentleman. And besides, what<span class='pagenum'><a name="p_93" id="p_93">p. 93</a></span>
+could Sandy have said that wouldn't have
+sounded rude?</p>
+
+<p>"There's not a sign of rain," Grandfather
+Mole repeated, "so far as I can
+see."</p>
+
+<p>"How far can you see?" Sandy inquired
+politely.</p>
+
+<p>"Tut, tut!" said Grandfather Mole.
+"What I mean is that I haven't <i>noticed</i>
+anything that foretells rain. For instance,
+I haven't had a twinge of rheumatism
+since I don't know when."</p>
+
+<p>"Well, I'm glad of that, anyhow,"
+Sandy assured him. "But I saw a sign of
+rain to-day that perhaps you never noticed."</p>
+
+<p>"What was that?"</p>
+
+<p>"Farmer Green's cat was washing her
+face on the doorsteps," Sandy explained
+triumphantly. "It's a sure sign of rain.
+My mother has never known it to fail."</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="p_94" id="p_94">p. 94</a></span>"Farmer Green's cat!" Grandfather
+Mole repeated after him. And he shuddered
+as he spoke. "Don't you know that
+she's not a trustworthy person? You
+surely don't depend on her, I hope! She's
+not dependable."</p>
+
+<p>"Well, you can always depend on her
+to jump at you," Sandy observed.</p>
+
+<p>"She's a coward&mdash;that's what she is,"
+Grandfather Mole scolded. "You never
+heard of her chasing anybody that was
+bigger than herself, did you? You never
+heard of her attacking Fatty Coon!"</p>
+
+<p>Sandy Chipmunk said that if the cat
+hunted coons, she kept it to herself.</p>
+
+<p>"She's too wise to run any risk," said
+Grandfather Mole. "But if she's washing
+her face just because she expects rain,
+then she's stupid.</p>
+
+<p>"If the cat wants to wash her face, why
+doesn't she stick her head out in the<span class='pagenum'><a name="p_95" id="p_95">p. 95</a></span>
+rain?" Grandfather Mole demanded.
+And without waiting for his young companion
+to answer, he went on to say that
+in his opinion anybody that washed his
+face in anything but dirt was stupid beyond
+all hope. "I claim," said Grandfather
+Mole, "that there's nothing quite
+like a dirt bath."</p>
+
+<p>"There aren't many that would agree
+with you," Sandy Chipmunk told him.</p>
+
+<p>"There's a lot of stupid people in this
+valley," Grandfather Mole retorted.</p>
+
+<p>Sandy Chipmunk thought deeply for a
+few moments.</p>
+
+<p>"I know of one person who would say
+you were right," he remarked at last.</p>
+
+<p>"Who's that?" Grandfather asked him.</p>
+
+<p>"The boy, Johnnie Green!" Sandy
+Chipmunk replied. "If you could <i>see</i> his
+face you'd know that he takes a dirt bath
+every day!"</p>
+
+
+
+<hr class="chapter" /><p class="chapter"><span class='pagenum'><a name="p_96" id="p_96">p. 96</a></span></p>
+<h2><a name="XXI" id="XXI"></a>XXI</h2>
+
+<h3>MRS. WREN TRIES TO HELP</h3>
+
+
+<p class="noindent"><span class="smcap">"Have</span> you found him yet?" Mrs. Rusty
+Wren asked Grandfather Mole one day
+when the old gentleman had left his dark
+underground home to brave the dangers
+of the garden.</p>
+
+<p>"Found whom?" Grandfather Mole inquired.</p>
+
+<p>"Why, your grandson! I saw him wandering
+about the garden a little while ago.
+And I supposed of course that you had
+come up to find him."</p>
+
+<p>"Now, that's strange!" Grandfather
+Mole exclaimed. "I wasn't aware one of
+them had strayed away from the house.<span class='pagenum'><a name="p_97" id="p_97">p. 97</a></span>...
+Which of my grandchildren was it
+that you saw!"</p>
+
+<p>"I don't know them by name," Mrs.
+Wren replied. "But this was just a tiny
+chap."</p>
+
+<p>"Then it must be my little grandson
+Moses!" Grandfather Mole cried. "He's
+the smallest of the lot.... I must find
+him at once, before the cat catches him."</p>
+
+<p>Mrs. Wren saw that Grandfather Mole
+was greatly disturbed. And though she
+had enough to do&mdash;goodness knows!&mdash;to
+look after her own family, she told Grandfather
+Mole that she would help him find
+his grandchild.</p>
+
+<p>"That's kind of you, I'm sure," Grandfather
+Mole remarked. "If I had your
+bright eyes I wouldn't need anybody's
+help."</p>
+
+<p>"Oh, you're welcome!" Mrs. Wren assured
+him. "I shouldn't want a young<span class='pagenum'><a name="p_98" id="p_98">p. 98</a></span>ster
+of mine walking about the garden
+alone. I'm glad to do what I can. And
+meanwhile you had better stay close to
+that hole, for there's no need of your running
+any risks. If I can't find young
+Moses Mole, then nobody can."</p>
+
+<p>Grandfather Mole said she was very
+kind and that he would take her advice.
+So he stationed himself beside the hole
+through which he had lately appeared and
+waited there while Rusty Wren's wife
+looked for his grandson.</p>
+
+<p>She was a quick, spry little body&mdash;was
+Mrs. Wren. It wasn't long before she surprised
+the object of her search in the act
+of eating a fat grub beside a pumpkin.</p>
+
+<p>"Here he is!" Mrs. Wren called to
+Grandfather Mole. "I've found him. Do
+you want to come and get him, or shall I
+bring him to you?"</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 390px; margin-bottom: 30px; margin-top: 30px;">
+<a name="illus-004" id="illus-004"></a>
+<a name="illus-004-grande" id="illus-004-grande" href="images/illus-004-grande.jpg">
+<img src="images/illus-004.jpg" width="390" height="554"
+alt="Billy Woodchuck Calls on Grandfather Mole."
+title="Billy Woodchuck Calls on Grandfather Mole." />
+</a>
+<span class="caption">Billy Woodchuck Calls on Grandfather Mole.</span>
+<p style="font-size: 80%; text-align: right">(<a href="#i-004"><i>Page</i> 106</a>)</p>
+</div>
+
+
+<p>"You'd better bring him," Grandfather<span class='pagenum'><a name="p_99" id="p_99">p. 99</a></span>
+Mole answered. And anybody could see
+that he was vastly relieved.</p>
+
+<p>A little later Mrs. Wren called to him
+again.</p>
+
+<p>"What shall I do?" she asked. "He
+won't mind me. And he's too heavy for
+me to carry."</p>
+
+<p>"That's Moses, without a doubt!"
+Grandfather Mole declared. "Yes! If
+he won't mind, it's certainly my grandson
+Moses. He's the littlest of the family;
+and his mother has always spoiled him....
+I suppose"&mdash;Grandfather Mole
+added&mdash;"I suppose I'll have to go and get
+him."</p>
+
+<p>"Wait a moment!" Mrs. Wren suddenly
+sang out. "There's some mistake. This
+little fellow says his name isn't Moses!"</p>
+
+<p>Well, Grandfather Mole's mouth fell
+open, he was so surprised. "Then what's
+his name?" he demanded.<span class='pagenum'><a name="p_100" id="p_100">p. 100</a></span></p>
+
+<p>"He says it's Mr. Shrew. And he
+seems very angry over something or
+other," Mrs. Wren explained.</p>
+
+<p>"Tell me"&mdash;Grandfather Mole besought
+her&mdash;"has he a neck?"</p>
+
+<p>Mrs. Wren glanced at the small person
+whose breakfast she had interrupted.</p>
+
+<p>"Yes, he has one," she reported.</p>
+
+<p>"Then he's no relation of mine,"
+Grandfather Mole said. "Or at least, he's
+no more than a distant cousin. And I
+don't even know him." He was relieved
+to learn that his grandson Moses Mole was
+not wandering about the garden, after all.
+"Maybe you never stopped to think that
+none of our family have necks&mdash;so far as
+you can notice."</p>
+
+<p>And now Mrs. Wren looked at Grandfather
+Mole. And she saw that his head
+was set right on his shoulders.</p>
+
+<p>"I was mistaken," she faltered. "I'm<span class='pagenum'><a name="p_101" id="p_101">p. 101</a></span>
+sorry if I upset you about your grandson."</p>
+
+<p>"It doesn't matter now," Grandfather
+Mole assured her. "To be sure, I was
+alarmed. And when you said he wouldn't
+mind I was sure it was Moses.</p>
+
+<p>"Children," said Grandfather Mole,
+"are not brought up as strictly as they
+were when I was young."</p>
+
+
+
+<hr class="chapter" /><p class="chapter"><span class='pagenum'><a name="p_102" id="p_102">p. 102</a></span></p>
+<h2><a name="XXII" id="XXII"></a>XXII</h2>
+
+<h3>TWO FAMOUS DIGGERS</h3>
+
+
+<p class="noindent"><span class="smcap">Billy Woodchuck</span> had decided to move
+into new quarters before cold weather set
+in. Old dog Spot had learned where he
+lived; and to Billy's dismay Spot was
+spending altogether too much of his time
+watching Billy's front door.</p>
+
+<p>There was only one reason why Billy
+Woodchuck didn't exactly care to dig a
+new home for himself in the pasture just
+then. The fall crop of clover was about
+to head out. And being very fond of
+clover blossoms, Billy hated to spend his
+time digging.</p>
+
+<p>He was telling his troubles one day to<span class='pagenum'><a name="p_103" id="p_103">p. 103</a></span>
+old Mr. Crow. And as usual, Mr. Crow
+had an idea.</p>
+
+<p>"Why don't you get somebody to help
+you?" he asked.</p>
+
+<p>Billy Woodchuck looked a bit doubtful.</p>
+
+<p>"Who is there?" he inquired. "Nobody
+would be willing to dig for me unless
+I paid him."</p>
+
+<p>"Well&mdash;if I were you I'd offer a modest
+wage," Mr. Crow suggested.</p>
+
+<p>But Billy Woodchuck shook his head.</p>
+
+<p>"I couldn't pay anybody anything&mdash;unless
+it was clover-tops," he explained.
+"And why should any one dig for them
+when there are thousands to be had for
+the taking?"</p>
+
+<p>Mr. Crow agreed that Billy Woodchuck
+knew what he was talking about.</p>
+
+<p>"But," said Mr. Crow, "I've usually
+found that there's a way out of every difficulty.
+What you must do is to find<span class='pagenum'><a name="p_104" id="p_104">p. 104</a></span>
+somebody that <i>likes</i> to dig&mdash;somebody that
+is so crazy to dig that he'd help you just
+for the fun of the thing."</p>
+
+<p>Billy Woodchuck looked still more
+doubtful.</p>
+
+<p>"Who is there?" he asked once more.</p>
+
+<p>Meanwhile Mr. Crow had been thinking
+rapidly&mdash;for he was a quick-witted old
+scamp.</p>
+
+<p>"I'll tell you!" he cried. "There's
+Grandfather Mole!"</p>
+
+<p>Although Billy Woodchuck brightened
+considerably&mdash;for Mr. Crow's ideas made
+him more hopeful&mdash;he observed that he
+didn't know Grandfather Mole. "I've
+heard of him, however," Billy told Mr.
+Crow. "He lives in Farmer Green's garden.
+But you know I never go there. I
+stick to the fields. I don't like to get too
+far from home."</p>
+
+<p>"For once, then," said old Mr. Crow, "I<span class='pagenum'><a name="p_105" id="p_105">p. 105</a></span>
+should break my rule&mdash;if I were you&mdash;and
+visit the garden. Find Grandfather Mole
+and have a talk with him!"</p>
+
+<p>So Billy Woodchuck decided that he
+would take Mr. Crow's advice. And
+though he hated to leave the clover-patch
+he set out that very afternoon to find
+Grandfather Mole and ask him if he
+wouldn't like to help dig a winter home in
+the pasture. But before starting on his
+journey Billy Woodchuck waited until
+Mr. Crow came back and told him that
+Grandfather Mole had just appeared
+above ground.</p>
+
+<p>Billy Woodchuck hurried off across the
+pasture as fast as he could scamper. And
+in a short time he reached Farmer
+Green's garden. He was somewhat out
+of breath, because there had been plenty
+of good things to eat all summer long and
+he was round as a ball of butter.</p>
+
+<p><a name="i-004" id="i-004"></a><span class='pagenum'><a name="p_106" id="p_106">p. 106</a></span>Luckily he arrived just in time. Grandfather
+Mole had been on the point of
+creeping down into one of his many
+underground halls when he heard a
+strange voice say, "Stop a moment,
+please! I've something important to say
+to you."</p>
+
+<p>It was a pleasant voice. If it hadn't
+been, Grandfather Mole wouldn't have
+waited an instant. He turned his head
+toward the place where the voice came
+from and said, "What is it, stranger?
+And talk fast, because I'm busy. I have
+some digging to do down below."</p>
+
+
+
+<hr class="chapter" /><p class="chapter"><span class='pagenum'><a name="p_107" id="p_107">p. 107</a></span></p>
+<h2><a name="XXIII" id="XXIII"></a>XXIII</h2>
+
+<h3>SEEING A SAMPLE</h3>
+
+
+<p class="noindent"><span class="smcap">Grandfather Mole's</span> remark made Billy
+Woodchuck smile.</p>
+
+<p>"I'm a very busy person. I've some
+digging to do down below," Grandfather
+had said.</p>
+
+<p>"You're just the one I need to help
+me!" Billy Woodchuck exclaimed, for he
+had heard somewhere that if you want a
+thing done, you should get a busy person
+to do it.</p>
+
+<p>"I hope you don't want me to catch
+angleworms for you," Grandfather Mole
+told him. "The neighbors are always asking
+me to do that. And I've decided that<span class='pagenum'><a name="p_108" id="p_108">p. 108</a></span>
+I can't do it. Somehow I can't help eating
+'em myself."</p>
+
+<p>Billy Woodchuck assured him that he
+had no use at all for angleworms.</p>
+
+<p>"What I want," he explained, "is a
+good digger to help dig a new house for
+me."</p>
+
+<p>"Is anybody else going to help too?"
+Grandfather Mole inquired carefully.</p>
+
+<p>"No&mdash;only myself!" Billy said.</p>
+
+<p>"Then I'm sorry; but I can't work for
+you," Grandfather Mole announced. And
+he had already turned away, as if the business
+were ended, when Billy Woodchuck
+stopped him again.</p>
+
+<p>"Perhaps"&mdash;said Billy&mdash;"perhaps I
+can find one or two others besides myself."</p>
+
+<p>"You've missed my point," said Grandfather
+Mole. "I don't want anybody else
+to help&mdash;not even you! For I won't share
+the fun of digging with any one."</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="p_109" id="p_109">p. 109</a></span>Well, Billy Woodchuck could hardly
+believe his own ears.</p>
+
+<p>"You shall have things all your own
+way!" he cried. "I won't scratch a speck
+of dirt, I promise you!"</p>
+
+<p>"That's different," Grandfather Mole
+remarked. "That's more like it. And if
+you're a person that keeps his promises
+we shall not have a bit of trouble."</p>
+
+<p>"You can depend on me," Billy Woodchuck
+told Grandfather Mole. "While
+you're working for me I'll spend all my
+time in the clover-patch.... And now,"
+he added, "I'd like to see a sample of your
+digging."</p>
+
+<p>"Come right this way!" Grandfather
+Mole directed. And Billy Woodchuck
+followed, and looked carefully at the small
+hole that Grandfather Mole pointed to
+with an air of pride. "Here's one of my
+doorways," he announced.</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="p_110" id="p_110">p. 110</a></span>With his head on one side, Billy Woodchuck
+inspected it.</p>
+
+<p>"It's well made," he said, "but of
+course it's entirely too small for my house.
+If you work for me you'll have to dig bigger
+than that."</p>
+
+<p>That speech did not please Grandfather
+Mole. "Small doorways are the only kind
+to have," he declared. "I wouldn't make
+a bigger one for anybody&mdash;not even for
+Farmer Green himself."</p>
+
+<p>Billy Woodchuck soon saw that Grandfather
+Mole was a stubborn old fellow. No
+matter what he said, he couldn't get
+Grandfather Mole to change his opinion.
+And at last Billy Woodchuck gave up all
+hope of having Grandfather Mole dig for
+him.</p>
+
+<p>"A door like yours would be of no use
+to me," he said dolefully. "I never could
+squeeze through it."</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="p_111" id="p_111">p. 111</a></span>"My goodness!" Grandfather Mole
+cried. "How big are you, anyhow?" It
+must be remembered that he couldn't see
+his caller.</p>
+
+<p>"I'm big enough," said Billy Woodchuck,
+"to put you in my pocket, almost."</p>
+
+<p>Grandfather Mole turned pale at the
+mere thought of such a thing.</p>
+
+<p>"I&mdash;I'd no idea I was talking to a monster,"
+he stammered. "I don't believe I
+want to dig for you, after all." And saying
+a hasty good afternoon, he popped
+through his doorway and vanished at Billy
+Woodchuck's feet.</p>
+
+<p>Greatly disappointed, Billy Woodchuck
+turned homewards. "I'd have been in a
+pretty fix if he had finished my house, and
+I had tried to move my furniture into it,"
+he muttered. "It's lucky I asked to see a
+sample of Grandfather Mole's work," said
+Billy Woodchuck.</p>
+
+
+
+<hr class="chapter" /><p class="chapter"><span class='pagenum'><a name="p_112" id="p_112">p. 112</a></span></p>
+<h2><a name="XXIV" id="XXIV"></a>XXIV</h2>
+
+<h3>FOLLOWING THE PLOUGH</h3>
+
+
+<p class="noindent"><span class="smcap">A good</span> many of Grandfather Mole's
+neighbors sneered at him, and said he was
+queer. Mr. Blackbird was one of these
+scoffers. Though he was a lazy scamp,
+he always managed to look sleek and well
+fed. And he liked the same fare that
+Grandfather Mole did.</p>
+
+<p>"You're a goose to work so hard for
+your food," Mr. Blackbird jeered one fine
+spring day as he sat on the garden fence
+and looked down at Grandfather Mole.
+"You ought to change your habits. Just
+look at me! I get plenty to eat. And I
+do precious little digging for it, believe<span class='pagenum'><a name="p_113" id="p_113">p. 113</a></span>
+me! I tell you, there's a better way than
+yours!"</p>
+
+<p>Naturally, Grandfather Mole couldn't
+look at Mr. Blackbird. But he raised his
+head in his odd fashion.</p>
+
+<p>"What's that?" he inquired. "What's
+a better way than mine?"</p>
+
+<p>But Mr. Blackbird was in no hurry to
+tell all he knew.</p>
+
+<p>"Suppose," he said, "I should explain
+my method to you. You could follow it
+for some weeks and live well without much
+trouble. And then&mdash;when the spring
+ploughing is finished&mdash;I should want you
+to supply me with angleworms for the
+same length of time. You know, you can't
+expect me to give away my secret for nothing."</p>
+
+<p>"But I <i>like</i> to dig," Grandfather Mole
+replied. "You may have noticed that I
+am built for that sort of work."</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="p_114" id="p_114">p. 114</a></span>What Grandfather Mole said was true.
+His drill-like nose, his powerful fore-legs
+and big, strong feet all served to make him
+the fastest digger in Pleasant Valley.</p>
+
+<p>Mr. Blackbird regarded him with a sly
+smile. "You seem to be built for <i>eating</i>,
+too," he observed.</p>
+
+<p>Grandfather Mole soon confessed that
+Mr. Blackbird's mention of angleworms
+had made him so hungry that he was
+ready to promise to do as Mr. Blackbird
+had proposed.</p>
+
+<p>So Mr. Blackbird cried that it was a
+bargain.</p>
+
+<p>"And now," he said, "listen carefully
+while I whisper the secret, for I don't
+want everybody to hear it.... I follow
+the plough," he explained. "It turns up
+a great quantity of angleworms. The only
+work I have to do is to pick 'em up with
+my bill."</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="p_115" id="p_115">p. 115</a></span>Somehow Grandfather Mole did not appear
+as delighted as Mr. Blackbird had
+expected.</p>
+
+<p>"How can I follow the plough when I
+can't see where it's going?" he asked.</p>
+
+<p>"Silly!" Mr. Blackbird jeered. "You
+can find your way along a furrow, can't
+you?"</p>
+
+<p>Grandfather Mole thought he could do
+that. "But you're forgetting Henry
+Hawk!" he reminded Mr. Blackbird.
+"Farmer Green ploughs in the daytime.
+And Henry Hawk might see me."</p>
+
+<p>"He wouldn't be likely to notice you if
+you crept along the bottom of a furrow,"
+Mr. Blackbird assured Grandfather Mole.
+"Anyhow, I'll be there. And I'll warn
+you if Henry Hawk appears in the sky."</p>
+
+<p>Grandfather Mole was relieved. And
+Mr. Blackbird told him to be ready the
+next morning.</p>
+
+
+
+<hr class="chapter" /><p class="chapter"><span class='pagenum'><a name="p_116" id="p_116">p. 116</a></span></p>
+<h2><a name="XXV" id="XXV"></a>XXV</h2>
+
+<h3>STUBBORN AS EVER</h3>
+
+
+<p class="noindent"><span class="smcap">Farmer Green</span> hadn't finished ploughing
+his first furrow before Mr. Blackbird and
+Grandfather Mole began breakfasting on
+the angleworms that the plough turned
+up.</p>
+
+<p>Very soon Mr. Blackbird began to regret
+his bargain with Grandfather Mole,
+for Grandfather was even a greater eater
+than Mr. Blackbird had supposed. Mr.
+Blackbird began to be afraid that there
+wouldn't be worms enough left for himself.</p>
+
+<p>"This is a fine place to dig," he remarked
+to Grandfather Mole in what<span class='pagenum'><a name="p_117" id="p_117">p. 117</a></span>
+seemed a careless way. But he watched
+Grandfather Mole narrowly, with a grin
+on his face, to see what the old chap would
+do.</p>
+
+<p>And after that Grandfather Mole
+couldn't resist burrowing in the loose
+earth now and then. It pleased Mr.
+Blackbird to see him amuse himself in
+that fashion, because while he was digging
+Grandfather Mole lost his chance at
+a good many angleworms. They found
+their way quickly down Mr. Blackbird's
+throat. And it was not long before he was
+in the best of spirits.</p>
+
+<p>Day after day while the spring ploughing
+went on, the strange pair followed the
+plough together. And since Grandfather
+Mole spent more than half the time in digging,
+Mr. Blackbird felt that on the whole
+their bargain had proved a good one.</p>
+
+<p>When Farmer Green had finished the<span class='pagenum'><a name="p_118" id="p_118">p. 118</a></span>
+last furrow in the field Mr. Blackbird told
+Grandfather Mole that the ploughing had
+come to an end.</p>
+
+<p>"And now"&mdash;he said&mdash;"now it's your
+turn to carry out your part of the bargain.
+I showed you where the food was plentiful;
+and it's time for you to begin furnishing
+me twenty fat angleworms a day."</p>
+
+<p>Grandfather Mole was amazed. There
+hadn't been a word said about the <i>number</i>
+of angleworms he was to supply Mr.
+Blackbird.</p>
+
+<p>"Twenty!" he exclaimed. "Nobody
+said 'twenty!'"</p>
+
+<p>"That's so," said Mr. Blackbird. "It
+was forty."</p>
+
+<p>Grandfather Mole was staggered. But
+he didn't dare object again, for fear Mr.
+Blackbird would double the number once
+more and make it eighty.</p>
+
+<p>"Agreed!" he cried. "And I'll have<span class='pagenum'><a name="p_119" id="p_119">p. 119</a></span>
+them ready for you at midnight regularly."</p>
+
+<p>"Midnight!" Mr. Blackbird repeated
+after him, in great surprise. "Nothing
+was said about 'midnight!'"</p>
+
+<p>"That's so!" Grandfather Mole admitted.
+"It was one o'clock in the morning."
+And in spite of everything Mr.
+Blackbird said, Grandfather Mole
+wouldn't change the time. Everybody
+knew that he was very stubborn.</p>
+
+<p>"A hundred angleworms in the middle
+of the night wouldn't do me any good,"
+Mr. Blackbird complained. "I'm always
+asleep at that time."</p>
+
+<p>"You'd better change your habits,"
+Grandfather Mole replied. "You ought
+to be glad to change your hours for sleep,
+if it would make things easier for you."</p>
+
+<p>Now that was very like the sort of remark
+that Mr. Blackbird himself had<span class='pagenum'><a name="p_120" id="p_120">p. 120</a></span>
+once made to Grandfather Mole. But
+coming from Grandfather Mole the suggestion
+did not please him. He even lost
+his temper. And he told Grandfather
+Mole that he was the queerest person in all
+Pleasant Valley.</p>
+
+<p>But that speech did not trouble Grandfather
+Mole.</p>
+
+<p>"It's everybody else that's queer&mdash;and
+not I!" he declared.</p>
+
+
+<p class="center"><br /><br /><br /><br />THE END<br /><br /><br /><br /></p>
+
+
+
+<hr class="sorta" />
+
+<p class="titleblock" style="margin-top: 10px; font-size: 200%;  word-spacing: 0.9em; letter-spacing: 0.5em;">SLEEPY-TIME TALES</p>
+<p class="titleblock" style="font-size: 60%;">(Trademark Registered)</p>
+<p class="titleblock">By ARTHUR SCOTT BAILEY</p>
+<p class="titleblock">AUTHOR OF THE</p>
+<p class="titleblock">TUCK-ME-IN TALES and SLUMBER-TOWN TALES</p>
+
+<p class="center">Colored Wrapper and Text Illustrations Drawn by HARRY L. SMITH</p>
+
+<p style="font-size: 125%">This series of animal stories for children from three
+to eight years, tells of the adventures of the four-footed
+creatures of our American woods and fields in an
+amusing way, which delights small two-footed human
+beings.</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">
+THE TALE OF CUFFY BEAR<br />
+THE TALE OF FRISKY SQUIRREL<br />
+THE TALE OF TOMMY FOX<br />
+THE TALE OF FATTY COON<br />
+THE TALE OF BILLY WOODCHUCK<br />
+THE TALE OF JIMMY RABBIT<br />
+THE TALE OF PETER MINK<br />
+THE TALE OF SANDY CHIPMUNK<br />
+THE TALE OF BROWNIE BEAVER<br />
+THE TALE OF PADDY MUSKRAT<br />
+THE TALE OF FERDINAND FROG<br />
+THE TALE OF DICKIE DEER MOUSE<br />
+THE TALE OF TIMOTHY TURTLE<br />
+THE TALE OF BENNY BADGER<br />
+THE TALE OF MAJOR MONKEY<br />
+THE TALE OF GRUMPY WEASEL<br />
+THE TALE OF GRANDFATHER MOLE<br />
+THE TALE OF MASTER MEADOW MOUSE<br />
+<br />
+</p>
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Grosset &amp; Dunlap, Publishers, New York</span><br /><br /><br /></p>
+
+
+<hr class="sorta" />
+<p class="titleblock" style="margin-top: 10px; font-size: 200%;  word-spacing: 0.9em; letter-spacing: 0.5em;">TUCK-ME-IN TALES</p>
+<p class="titleblock" style="font-size: 60%;">(Trademark Registered)</p>
+<p class="titleblock">By ARTHUR SCOTT BAILEY</p>
+<p class="titleblock">AUTHOR OF THE</p>
+<p class="titleblock">SLEEPY-TIME TALES and SLUMBER-TOWN TALES</p>
+
+<p class="center">Colored Wrapper and Text Illustrations Drawn by HARRY L. SMITH</p>
+
+<p style="font-size: 125%">A delightful and unusual series of bird and insect
+stories for boys and girls from three to eight years old,
+or thereabouts.
+</p>
+
+
+<p class="noindent">THE TALE OF JOLLY ROBIN</p>
+<p>Jolly Robin spreads happiness everywhere with his merry song.</p>
+<p class="noindent">THE TALE OF OLD MR. CROW</p>
+<p>A wise bird was Mr. Crow. He'd laugh when any one tried to catch him.</p>
+<p class="noindent">THE TALE OF SOLOMON OWL</p>
+<p>Solomon Owl looked so solemn that many people thought he knew everything.</p>
+<p class="noindent">THE TALE OF JASPER JAY</p>
+<p>Jasper Jay was very mischievous. But many of his neighbors liked him.</p>
+<p class="noindent">THE TALE OF RUSTY WREN</p>
+<p>Rusty Wren fought bravely to keep all strangers out of his house.</p>
+<p class="noindent">THE TALE OF DADDY LONG-LEGS</p>
+<p>Daddy Long-Legs could point in all directions at once&mdash;with his different legs.</p>
+<p class="noindent">THE TALE OF KIDDIE KATYDID</p>
+<p>He was a musical person and chanted all night during the autumn.</p>
+<p class="noindent">THE TALE OF BETSY BUTTERFLY</p>
+<p>Betsy spent most of her time among the flowers.</p>
+<p class="noindent">THE TALE OF BUSTER BUMBLEBEE</p>
+<p>Buster was clumsy and blundering, but was known far and wide.</p>
+<p class="noindent">THE TALE OF FREDDIE FIREFLY</p>
+<p>Freddie had great sport dancing in the meadow and flashing his light.</p>
+<p class="noindent">THE TALE OF BOBBY BOBOLINK</p>
+<p>Bobby had a wonderful voice and loved to sing.</p>
+<p class="noindent">THE TALE OF CHIRPY CRICKET</p>
+<p>Chirpy to stroll about after dark and "chirp."</p>
+<p class="noindent">THE TALE OF MRS. LADYBUG</p>
+<p>Mrs. Ladybug loved to find out what her neighbors were doing and to give them advice.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Grosset &amp; Dunlap, Publishers, New York</span><br /><br /><br /><br /></p>
+<hr class="sorta" />
+
+
+
+
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 633px; margin-bottom: 30px; margin-top: 30px;">
+<a name="front-endpapers" id="front-endpapers"></a>
+<a name="front-endpapers-grande" id="front-endpapers-grande" href="images/ttgm-front-endpapers-grande.jpg">
+<img src="images/ttgm-front-endpapers.jpg" width="633" height="461"
+alt="Front endpapers" title="Front endpapers" />
+</a>
+<span class="caption">Front endpapers</span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 633px; margin-bottom: 30px; margin-top: 30px;">
+<a name="back-endpapers" id="back-endpapers"></a>
+<a name="back-endpapers-grande" id="back-endpapers-grande" href="images/ttgm-back-endpapers-grande.jpg">
+<img src="images/ttgm-back-endpapers.jpg" width="633" height="461"
+alt="Back endpapers" title="Back endpapers" />
+</a>
+<span class="caption">Back endpapers</span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="figleft" style="float: left; width: 86px;">
+<img src="images/ttgm-spine.png" width="86" height="750"
+alt="Spine image for The Tale of Grandfather Mole" title="Spine" />
+</div>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 495px; margin-bottom: 30px; margin-top: 30px;">
+<img src="images/ttgm-back-cover.jpg" width="495" height="750"
+alt="Back Cover image for The Tale of Grandfather Mole" title="Back Cover" />
+</div>
+
+<hr class="sorta" />
+
+<p class="titleblock" style="margin-top: 10px; font-size: 155%;
+word-spacing: 0.6em; letter-spacing: 0.3em;">
+<span class="smcap">Sleepy-Time Tales</span></p>
+<p class="titleblock" style="font-size: 60%; margin-bottom:
+8px;">(Trademark Registered)</p>
+<p class="titleblock" style="font-size: 95%;">By ARTHUR SCOTT
+BAILEY</p>
+<p class="titleblock" style="font-size: 67%;"><i>Wrappers and
+illustrations in color.<br/>Drawings by HARRY L. SMITH</i></p>
+<hr class="wide" />
+<p class="blockquot" style="text-indent: 0em;">These little books for
+little people tell of the adventures
+of the four-footed creatures of our American woods
+and fields in an amusing way which delights small two-footed
+human beings; and at the same time, in the shortcomings of
+Cuffy Bear and his neighbors, children are quick to recognize
+their own faults and to take home the obvious lessons.</p>
+
+<hr class="sorta" />
+
+<p class="titleblock" style="margin-top: 1px; font-size: 155%;
+word-spacing: 0.6em; letter-spacing: 0.3em;">
+<span class="smcap">Tuck-Me-In Tales</span></p>
+<p class="titleblock" style="font-size: 60%; margin-bottom:
+8px;">(Trademark Registered)</p>
+<p class="titleblock" style="font-size: 95%;">By ARTHUR SCOTT
+BAILEY</p>
+<p class="titleblock" style="font-size: 67%;"><i>Wrappers and
+illustrations in color.<br/>Drawings by HARRY L. SMITH</i></p>
+<hr class="wide" />
+<p class="blockquot" style="text-indent: 0em;">The stories of Jolly
+Robin, Old Mr. Crow and the other
+birds are as unusual as they are delightful, since this is
+almost the first time these feathered friends of the kiddies
+have appeared in print. These bird stories, like the Sleepy-Time
+animal stories, are based upon actual natural history
+facts, but while the youngster eagerly listens to them, a moral
+foundation, of deeper importance than that in natural history,
+is being laid.</p>
+
+<hr class="sorta" />
+
+<p class="titleblock" style="margin-top: 1px; font-size: 155%;
+word-spacing: 0.6em; letter-spacing: 0.3em;">
+<span class="smcap">Slumber-Town Tales</span></p>
+<p class="titleblock" style="font-size: 60%; margin-bottom:
+8px;">(Trademark Registered)</p>
+<p class="titleblock" style="font-size: 95%;">By ARTHUR SCOTT
+BAILEY</p>
+<p class="titleblock" style="font-size: 67%;"><i>Wrappers and
+illustrations in color.<br/>Drawings by HARRY L. SMITH</i></p>
+<hr class="wide" />
+<p class="blockquot" style="text-indent: 0em;">The kiddies will love
+these fascinating stories of Farmyard
+Folk, which tell of the daily doings of Muley Cow,
+Old Dog Spot, and their companions. These tales will show
+them that they have much in common with Henrietta Hen
+and the others, and will develop in them a wholesome respect
+for those good friends.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Grosset &amp; Dunlap, Publishers,
+New York</span><br /><br /><br /><br /></p>
+
+
+
+
+</div>
+
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
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+The Project Gutenberg eBook, The Tale of Grandfather Mole, by Arthur Scott
+Bailey, Illustrated by Harry L. Smith
+
+
+This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with
+almost no restrictions whatsoever.  You may copy it, give it away or
+re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included
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+
+
+
+
+Title: The Tale of Grandfather Mole
+
+
+Author: Arthur Scott Bailey
+
+
+
+Release Date: April 22, 2007  [eBook #21203]
+
+Language: English
+
+Character set encoding: ISO-646-US (US-ASCII)
+
+
+***START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE TALE OF GRANDFATHER MOLE***
+
+
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+
+
+THE TALE OF GRANDFATHER MOLE
+
+Sleepy-Time Tales
+(Trademark Registered)
+
+by
+
+
+ARTHUR SCOTT BAILEY
+
+Author of
+_Tuck-Me-in Tales_
+(Trademark Registered)
+
+
+        THE TALE OF CUFFY BEAR
+        THE TALE OF FRISKY SQUIRREL
+        THE TALE OF TOMMY FOX
+        THE TALE OF FATTY COON
+        THE TALE OF BILLY WOODCHUCK
+        THE TALE OF JIMMY RABBIT
+        THE TALE OF PETER MINK
+        THE TALE OF SANDY CHIPMUNK
+        THE TALE OF BROWNIE BEAVER
+        THE TALE OF PADDY MUSKRAT
+        THE TALE OF FERDINAND FROG
+        THE TALE OF DICKIE DEER MOUSE
+        THE TALE OF TIMOTHY TURTLE
+        THE TALE OF MAJOR MONKEY
+        THE TALE OF BENNY BADGER
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: Grandfather Mole Made a Rush for Mr. Meadow Mouse.
+_Frontispiece_--(_Page 85_)]
+
+
+
+
+Sleepy-Time Tales
+(Trademark Registered)
+
+THE TALE OF GRANDFATHER MOLE
+
+by
+
+ARTHUR SCOTT BAILEY
+
+Author of
+"Tuck-Me-in Tales"
+(Trademark Registered)
+
+Illustrated by Harry L. Smith
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+New York
+Grosset & Dunlap
+Publishers
+Made in the United States of America
+Copyright, 1920, by
+Grosset & Dunlap
+
+
+
+
+CONTENTS
+
+
+CHAPTER                                PAGE
+    I A QUEER OLD PERSON                 1
+   II WHAT THE CAT CAUGHT                5
+  III A BREAKFAST LOST                  10
+   IV A NEW WAY OF TAKING A STROLL      15
+    V JIMMY RABBIT CAN'T WAIT           19
+   VI A HEARTY EATER                    24
+  VII TWO WORM-EATERS                   29
+ VIII LOSING HIS BEARINGS               34
+   IX GOOD NEWS FROM BELOW              38
+    X MRS. ROBIN'S WISH                 43
+   XI SURPRISING GRANDFATHER MOLE       47
+  XII MR. BLACKBIRD'S ADVICE            52
+ XIII TURNING OVER A NEW LEAF           56
+  XIV THE NEW SUNSHADE                  61
+   XV TWO AND A TOADSTOOL               65
+  XVI GRANDFATHER MOLE'S VISITOR        70
+ XVII MR. CROW SCOLDS                   76
+XVIII A TALK WITH MR. MEADOW MOUSE      81
+  XIX MR. CROW'S APOLOGY                86
+   XX A SIGN OF RAIN                    91
+  XXI MRS. WREN TRIES TO HELP           96
+ XXII TWO FAMOUS DIGGERS               102
+XXIII SEEING A SAMPLE                  107
+ XXIV FOLLOWING THE PLOUGH             112
+  XXV STUBBORN AS EVER                 116
+
+
+
+
+THE TALE OF GRANDFATHER MOLE
+
+I
+
+A QUEER OLD PERSON
+
+
+THERE was a queer old person that lived in Farmer Green's garden. Nobody
+knew exactly how long he had made his home there because his neighbors
+seldom saw him. He might have been in the garden a whole summer before
+anybody set eyes on him.
+
+Those that were acquainted with him called him Grandfather Mole. And the
+reason why his friends didn't meet him oftener was because he spent
+most of his time underground. Grandfather Mole's house was in a mound at
+one end of the garden. He had made the house himself, for he was a great
+digger. And Mr. Meadow Mouse often remarked that it had more halls than
+any other dwelling he had ever seen. He had visited it when Grandfather
+Mole was away from home, so he knew what it was like.
+
+Some of those halls that Mr. Meadow Mouse mentioned ran right out
+beneath the surface of the garden. Grandfather Mole had dug them for a
+certain purpose. Through them he made his way in the darkness, whenever
+he was hungry (which was most of the time, for he had a huge appetite!).
+And when he took an underground stroll he was almost sure to find a few
+angleworms, which furnished most of his meals.
+
+To be sure, he did not despise a grub--if he happened to meet one--nor a
+cutworm nor a wire-worm.
+
+The wonder of it was that Grandfather Mole ever found anything to eat,
+for the old gentleman was all but blind. The only good Grandfather
+Mole's eyes did him was to let him tell darkness from light. They were
+so small that his neighbors claimed he hadn't any at all.
+
+Another odd thing about this odd person was his ears. The neighbors said
+they couldn't see them, either. But they were in his head, even if they
+didn't show. And Grandfather Mole himself sometimes remarked that he
+didn't know how he could have burrowed as he did if he had been forever
+getting dirt in his eyes and ears. He seemed quite satisfied to be just
+as he was.
+
+And he used to say that he didn't know what good eyes were to anyone
+whether he was under the ground or on top of it!
+
+Liking to dig as he did, he certainly had nothing to complain about. His
+long nose was as good as a drill. And his front legs were just long
+enough so that he could reach his large, spade-like feet beyond his nose
+and throw the dirt back. His fur lay in one direction as easily as in
+another, never troubling him in the least when he was boring his way
+through the dry, loose soil of Farmer Green's garden.
+
+So in spite of what might seem great drawbacks to others, Grandfather
+Mole was contented with his lot. The only thing he was ever known to
+grumble about was the scarcity of angleworms.
+
+
+
+
+II
+
+WHAT THE CAT CAUGHT
+
+
+EVERYBODY knew the cat at Farmer Green's to be a great hunter. She had
+long since disposed of the last mouse that was so foolish as to venture
+inside her home. And being very big, and not at all timid, she had made
+such a name for herself in the neighborhood that even the rats looked on
+her as a monster to be avoided.
+
+Now it often happened that this capable cat turned up her nose at the
+saucer of milk that Farmer Green's wife set before her with great
+regularity. And off she would go--sometimes to the barn, sometimes to
+the fields--to see what she could find that would furnish her both food
+and a frolic. For she thought it great sport to capture some small
+creature.
+
+She was crossing the garden early one morning, on her way to the meadow,
+when she came upon Grandfather Mole. And having no pity for him--in
+spite of his blindness--she thought there was no sense in going any
+further for her breakfast. She would enjoy it right there in the garden.
+But first she would play with Grandfather Mole, before eating. For she
+was a pleasure-loving dame. She must have her sport, no matter if her
+breakfast waited.
+
+Grandfather Mole had blundered that morning. Burrowing his way just
+under the surface of the ground, he had broken through the sun-baked
+crust of the garden before he knew it. And as he groped about, surprised
+to find himself in the open, Miss Kitty had pounced upon him.
+
+Grandfather Mole struggled to escape. And his captor let him go, to give
+herself the pleasure of pouncing upon him again. She knew well enough
+that he couldn't get away from her. He could run quite spryly for an old
+gentleman--it is true. But when he couldn't see where he was going, of
+what use was running?
+
+Farmer Green's cat didn't know the answer to that question herself. She
+captured and freed Grandfather Mole several times. And to tell the
+truth, she couldn't help wishing he could see, so he could make the game
+livelier. But she was the sort of cat that believes in making the best
+of things. And she kept pretending that Grandfather Mole almost got away
+from her. She would let him run about for a few moments and then she
+would leap upon him as if she had nearly lost him.
+
+It was great fun for the cat. But Grandfather Mole did not enjoy it in
+the least. He thought such treatment far from neighborly. And he quite
+agreed with old Mr. Crow, who had come hurrying up to see what was going
+on.
+
+"Give him a chance! Give him a chance!" Mr. Crow called to the cat, as
+he glared down at her from a tree close by.
+
+The cat had been about to spring at Grandfather Mole again when Mr. Crow
+spoke to her. It was only natural that she should pause and turn her
+head. And she looked at Mr. Crow none too pleasantly.
+
+"I'll thank you to mind your own affairs," she said, and her voice was
+not nearly so polite as her words. "No gentleman would interrupt a lady
+at her breakfast," she added.
+
+Something seemed to amuse Mr. Crow, for he laughed loudly. The cat
+didn't know what he was laughing at. And after staring at him a few
+moments longer she turned her head to look at Grandfather Mole.
+
+It wasn't more than ten seconds since she had taken her eyes off him.
+But Grandfather Mole had vanished.
+
+
+
+
+III
+
+A BREAKFAST LOST
+
+
+WHEN Farmer Green's cat looked around and discovered that Grandfather
+Mole had disappeared from the garden a puzzled look came over her face.
+She couldn't think where he had gone in just a few seconds.
+
+But she knew then why Mr. Crow had laughed. And she was not pleased.
+
+"Where is he?" she asked Mr. Crow. "You interrupted me at my breakfast
+and now I've lost it."
+
+Mr. Crow was rocking back and forth on his perch, for a joke--on anybody
+except himself--always delighted him.
+
+[Illustration: Grandfather Mole Escapes From Miss Kitty. (_Page 8_)]
+
+"Grandfather Mole is right here in the garden," he declared.
+
+"Then he must have hidden beneath a vegetable," the cat observed.
+
+"I shouldn't say that, exactly," Mr. Crow replied.
+
+"How far away is he?" the cat demanded.
+
+"That would be hard to tell," Mr. Crow answered.
+
+Farmer Green's cat had never liked Mr. Crow, for no particular reason.
+And now she certainly had a very special reason for being angry with
+him.
+
+"It's all your fault," she scolded. "If you hadn't spoken to me I'd
+never have taken my eyes off Grandfather Mole.... The least you can do,"
+she added, "is to tell me this instant where Grandfather Mole is."
+
+"I've already told you," Mr. Crow reminded her. "He's here in the
+garden. Find him if you can!"
+
+At that Farmer Green's cat began to run up and down between the rows of
+vegetables. But she had no luck at all. So after a while she came back
+and told Mr. Crow that she didn't believe him.
+
+"Tut, tut!" said Mr. Crow. "You haven't looked in the right place."
+
+"I've searched the whole garden!" the cat cried.
+
+"Oh, no!" Mr. Crow exclaimed. "You've looked only on top of the ground.
+If you want to find Grandfather Mole you must look beneath the surface."
+
+The cat was greatly disappointed when she heard that.
+
+"You don't mean to say that he went into a hole, do you?" she asked.
+
+"I do," Mr. Crow declared.
+
+"I don't see one anywhere," she said.
+
+"If I had I'd have been more careful how I let him run about."
+
+"Ah!" said Mr. Crow. "I see you don't know that Grandfather Mole always
+carries a hole around with him, wherever he goes. He believes in having
+one handy, in case of sudden need."
+
+"I didn't see it," the cat told him angrily.
+
+"Of course not!" Mr. Crow agreed. "How could you see a hole until it's
+put in a certain place, ready to use?"
+
+Well, the cat was puzzled. Somehow she couldn't quite understand Mr.
+Crow's remarks. And yet there seemed some sense in them, too. But she
+pretended that she understood, because she didn't want him to think she
+was stupid. And without thanking him for his explanation (for she was
+still angry) she turned and went off towards the meadow.
+
+The whole affair amused Mr. Crow greatly. It kept him in a good humor
+all that day. And he went about telling everybody how Grandfather Mole
+had dug himself out of sight in the garden, almost under the cat's nose.
+
+For that was exactly what had happened.
+
+
+
+
+IV
+
+A NEW WAY OF TAKING A STROLL
+
+
+GRANDFATHER MOLE was digging a new gallery under the garden, leading out
+from his house into a field of corn, where he expected to find a good
+many fine grubs.
+
+His work was half done, and he was under the cabbage-patch, when he
+found himself in the open air. Farmer Green's hired man's hoe had left a
+small hollow between two heads of cabbage; and as luck had it,
+Grandfather Mole's gallery led straight into it. So the first thing he
+knew, there he was right out in the light of early morning! And somebody
+called out in a cheery sort of voice, "How-dy-do, Grandfather Mole!
+It's a pleasure to see you! And isn't this a beautiful day?"
+
+Grandfather Mole knew at once that he had nothing to fear, for he
+recognized Jimmy Rabbit's voice. And he knew, too, without being told,
+that he was in the cabbage-patch. For Jimmy Rabbit could be nowhere else
+at breakfast time.
+
+"Good morning!" said Grandfather Mole. "I hope you are enjoying your
+breakfast."
+
+"I am," Jimmy Rabbit answered. "And as soon as I've finished this leaf
+I'm eating now, I'm going to take a stroll. Won't you join me?"
+
+"I don't care if I do," said Grandfather Mole--meaning that he'd be glad
+to walk with Jimmy. And in about half a minute Jimmy Rabbit said he was
+ready.
+
+"Very well!" Grandfather Mole told him. "Let's be on our way! I'll see
+you at the edge of the duck-pond." And to Jimmy Rabbit's amazement he
+stuck his nose straight down into the loose dirt, thrust out his strong
+fore-feet, and was out of sight before Jimmy Rabbit could speak.
+
+The duck-pond was just beyond the garden fence. And since Grandfather
+Mole had accepted Jimmy's invitation there was nothing for Jimmy Rabbit
+to do but to go to the edge of the pond and wait.
+
+He grew very restless, for it was a long time before Grandfather Mole
+appeared. But at last the old gentleman's head came popping up out of
+the ground, and the owner of the head cried, "Here I am! And I'm glad to
+see you haven't kept me waiting, young man. I dug so fast I was afraid
+I'd get here before you did."
+
+Really, he had made astonishing speed for one who had tunnelled his way
+underground. And being a polite person, Jimmy Rabbit could only tell
+Grandfather Mole that he had been very quick.
+
+"And now we're this far," Grandfather Mole remarked, "I'd like to stroll
+over in the meadow--if that suits you."
+
+Jimmy Rabbit said that it did. There was clover in the meadow. And he
+had waited so long for Grandfather Mole that he had begun to feel hungry
+again. A luncheon of clover-tops! It would be exactly what he needed.
+
+"Then let's be on our way!" Grandfather Mole cried again. "I'll join you
+on the other side of the duck-pond!"
+
+
+
+
+V
+
+JIMMY RABBIT CAN'T WAIT
+
+
+AFTER telling Jimmy Rabbit that he would meet him on the other side of
+the duck-pond, Grandfather Mole waded into the water and started to swim
+across.
+
+Why he did that, instead of walking around on the shore, Jimmy Rabbit
+couldn't understand. He was so amazed that he stood still and stared at
+Grandfather Mole.
+
+One thing was certain: Grandfather Mole could travel much faster through
+the water than he could underground. His strong legs and his broad,
+spade-like feet helped to make him a fine swimmer. And Jimmy Rabbit had
+noticed for the first time that Grandfather Mole's hind feet were
+webbed. It was no wonder that he felt quite at home in the duck-pond,
+which was made for web-footed folk.
+
+Jimmy Rabbit was so interested in watching Grandfather Mole swim that he
+didn't start to run around the pond until the swimmer had almost reached
+the other side. Then Jimmy remembered suddenly that he had to meet
+Grandfather Mole over there. So he raced along the edge of the duck-pond
+at top speed. And since he was a very fast runner--for short
+distances--he met Grandfather Mole just as the old chap was crawling up
+the bank.
+
+"There!" Grandfather Mole exclaimed. "I almost beat you this time, young
+man! If you're going to take a morning stroll with me you'll have to
+step lively."
+
+Of course Jimmy Rabbit was too polite to explain that he had waited a
+long time while Grandfather Mole was tunnelling his way from the garden
+to the pond, and that he hadn't begun to run around the pond until
+Grandfather Mole had swum almost across it. He merely smiled and replied
+that he would do his best to keep up, for he shouldn't like to make
+Grandfather Mole wait, especially since he had invited Grandfather Mole
+to go walking with him.
+
+"You don't mind staying here in the sunshine, I hope, while my coat
+dries?" Grandfather Mole inquired. "As soon as it's dry we'll start for
+the meadow."
+
+Though Jimmy Rabbit was in a great hurry to reach the place where the
+clover grew he said that he would be glad to wait with Grandfather Mole.
+"The sun feels good on this cool morning," he observed. "And it's
+cheerful, too."
+
+"Do you really think so?" Grandfather Mole asked him. And when Jimmy
+Rabbit assured him that he did, Grandfather Mole muttered that it was
+the strangest thing he ever heard of. As for him, he much preferred the
+darkness of his cool, damp galleries under the ground. And the only
+reason why he wanted his coat to dry was so that the dirt wouldn't stick
+to it.
+
+It seemed to Jimmy Rabbit that Grandfather Mole's coat would never get
+dry enough to suit the old gentleman. But at last he announced that he
+was ready to stroll on. And when Jimmy Rabbit cried that he was ready,
+too, Grandfather Mole said, "Then let's be on our way! And I'll meet
+you----"
+
+"Where the clover grows!" Jimmy interrupted.
+
+Grandfather Mole had already buried his nose in the sand and was fast
+digging himself out of sight. And Jimmy thought that if he must wait for
+him again he would wait in a pleasant place.
+
+So Jimmy Rabbit hurried to the meadow. And as he lunched on luscious
+clover-tops he reflected that Grandfather Mole had a queer notion of
+taking a stroll with a friend. He made up his mind then and there that
+he would never again invite Grandfather Mole to walk with him.
+
+
+
+
+VI
+
+A HEARTY EATER
+
+
+A GREAT eater was Grandfather Mole. And having an enormous appetite he
+was fortunate in being expert at finding angleworms.
+
+To be sure, he had one advantage that the birds, for instance, didn't
+enjoy: he was able to prowl about his galleries through the ground and
+find the angleworms right where they lived. He didn't need to wait--as
+the birds did--until an angleworm stuck his head above ground.
+
+Mrs. Jolly Robin had often wished--when she was trying to feed a
+rapidly-growing family--that she could hunt for angleworms as
+Grandfather Mole did. And this summer it seemed to her that she never
+would be able to take proper care of her nestful of children.
+
+There was one of her family in particular that was especially greedy.
+Mrs. Robin had begun to suspect that he was no child of hers, but a
+young Cowbird. Almost as soon as she had finished building her nest she
+had discovered a strange-looking egg there. It had been the first to
+hatch. And now the youngster that came from it was just enough older
+than the rest of her children to jostle them, and to grab the biggest
+worms for himself.
+
+It was no wonder that Mrs. Robin needed help. And seeing Grandfather
+Mole one morning, she explained her difficulty to him, asking if he
+wouldn't be so kind as to capture angleworms for her.
+
+"Why, certainly! Certainly!" said Grandfather Mole.
+
+And Mrs. Robin breathed a sigh of relief. She felt that her troubles
+were ended.
+
+"Will you begin to help me at once?" she asked Grandfather Mole.
+
+"I'm sorry that I can't do that," he told her. "You see, I haven't had
+my breakfast yet. So of course I must catch a few angleworms for
+myself."
+
+Mrs. Robin was a bit disappointed. But she told Grandfather Mole that it
+was all right--that she knew a person of his age ought not to go without
+his breakfast.
+
+So Grandfather Mole went back into the hole through which he had lately
+come up, first saying however that he would return after he had
+breakfasted.
+
+Mrs. Robin then set to work herself, to find what she could to feed her
+clamoring family. Though she hurried as fast as she could, by the time
+the morning was almost half gone her children were still hungry; and to
+Mrs. Robin's distress Grandfather Mole had not yet showed himself again.
+
+Mrs. Robin had been watching for him. And she had about given him up in
+despair when all at once he rose out of the ground.
+
+"Good!" she cried. "Now you can help me, for you must have had your
+breakfast by this time."
+
+"Yes, I have!" said Grandfather Mole. "I've just finished. But I always
+begin my luncheon at this hour. So if you don't mind I'll go down into
+my galleries and hunt for a few angleworms; and when I've had a good
+meal I'll come back here."
+
+Well, what could Mrs. Robin say? She nodded her head; and she hoped, as
+Grandfather Mole vanished, that perhaps he would eat only a light
+luncheon.
+
+But he never reappeared until mid-afternoon. And since he announced then
+that he was ready to begin his dinner Mrs. Jolly Robin saw that she
+could expect no help from him whatsoever.
+
+She was terribly upset. But there was nothing she could do except to
+tell her husband that he would have to spend all his time catching
+angleworms for the family. And since he was glad enough to do that, Mrs.
+Robin managed to feed her children all they needed. Even the young
+Cowbird in her nest had all he wanted.
+
+And Mrs. Robin remarked that it was lucky her husband hadn't such a
+terrible appetite as some people's--meaning Grandfather Mole's, of
+course.
+
+
+
+
+VII
+
+TWO WORM-EATERS
+
+
+THERE was one special reason--among others--why Grandfather Mole didn't
+like to show himself above ground in the daytime. This reason
+was--hawks! And there was something else that made him dislike to appear
+at night, too. This something else was--owls!
+
+But of the two, Grandfather Mole disliked hawks the more, because they
+could see so far, while he (poor old fellow!) couldn't even see the end
+of his own nose, though goodness knows it was long enough! Since Henry
+Hawk could sit in a great elm far up the road and see him the moment he
+stuck his head out of the ground, while Grandfather Mole couldn't even
+see the tree, it was not surprising that Grandfather Mole preferred to
+stay below while Henry Hawk was awake and on watch.
+
+Down in his galleries and chambers where it was dark as a pocket
+Grandfather Mole enjoyed himself thoroughly. It was lucky he was fond of
+worms and grubs. If he hadn't been it would be hard to say what he could
+have found to eat--unless it was dirt. There was plenty of that where he
+spent his time. But luckily he didn't have to eat it. He did enjoy
+digging in it, however. So it is easy to see that the way he lived
+suited him perfectly.
+
+Not every one, of course, would have felt as Grandfather Mole did about
+angleworms, and grubs and dirt, or dampness, or the dark. Many of his
+bird neighbors, for instance, liked the same things to eat that he did.
+But most of them--except such odd ones as Solomon Owl, and Mr.
+Nighthawk, and Willie Whip-poor-will--loved the bright sunshine.
+
+Spending a summer in Pleasant Valley was a small gentleman of the well
+known Warbler family, who had so great a liking for worms that he was
+known as the Worm-eating Warbler. This tiny person spent little or none
+of his time in the tree-tops, but chose to stay near the ground. And
+more than once he had seen Grandfather Mole in Farmer Green's garden. He
+had heard somehow of Grandfather Mole's tastes and habits. And he was
+inclined to believe that it was Grandfather Mole that was to blame for
+the scarcity of worms in the neighborhood. It must be confessed that he
+felt none too kindly towards Grandfather Mole. He thought that it would
+be a good thing if somebody could persuade that odd, old chap to stay on
+top of the ground, instead of lurking most of the time down below where
+he could catch the worms right where they lived.
+
+And one day the Worm-eating Warbler spoke to Grandfather Mole when he
+happened to see him come out of a hole.
+
+"Why don't you live up here where you can get plenty of fresh air and
+sunshine?" he asked. "Don't you know they'd be good for your health?"
+
+Grandfather Mole turned his head toward the speaker. That was as near as
+he could come to staring at him, since he couldn't see him. Grandfather
+Mole did not like the Worm-eating Warbler's remarks in the least!
+
+"Why don't you"--he inquired--"why don't you come down into the ground
+and enjoy the close, damp air and the darkness? They'd be good for your
+health. I've thrived down below all my life; and I'm considerably older
+than you, young sir!"
+
+Grandfather Mole's retort struck the Worm-eating Warbler dumb. He could
+think of nothing more to say. So he flew off and hid in some raspberry
+bushes. And he couldn't help saying to himself what a strange world it
+was and what strange persons there were in it.
+
+
+
+
+VIII
+
+LOSING HIS BEARINGS
+
+
+IT often happened, when Grandfather Mole came up from his home under
+Farmer Green's garden, that he turned straight around and went back
+again. Sometimes, to be sure, he ran about a bit in a bewildered way,
+before he disappeared. For he never felt at home in the world above; and
+he was always uneasy until he felt the darkness closing in around him.
+
+So nobody thought it strange when Grandfather Mole came tumbling up
+amongst the turnips one day and began running blindly around the garden,
+zig-zagging in every direction. Nobody that saw him paid much attention
+to him. But at last Rusty Wren, who had come to the garden to look for
+worms, noticed that Grandfather Mole was quite upset over something. He
+didn't seem to have any notion of going back into the ground, but kept
+twisting this way and that, with his long nose turning here and turning
+there, in a manner that was unmistakably inquiring.
+
+"What's the matter?" Rusty Wren finally asked him, for his curiosity
+soon got the better of him.
+
+But Grandfather Mole didn't appear to hear. Perhaps he didn't want to
+answer the question.
+
+"Have you lost something?" Rusty Wren cried.
+
+But Grandfather Mole never stopped to reply. He never stopped running
+to and fro. And Rusty Wren became more curious than ever. It was plain,
+to him, that something unusual was afoot. And he wanted to know what it
+was. "Can't I help you?" he asked in his shrillest tones, flying close
+to Grandfather Mole and speaking almost in his ear--only Grandfather
+Mole had no ears, so far as Rusty Wren could see. "Can't I help you?"
+
+"Yes, you can!" Grandfather Mole answered at last. "If you wish to help
+me, for pity's sake go away and keep still! I don't want the whole
+neighborhood to come a-running. The cat will be here the first thing we
+know."
+
+Rusty Wren felt sure, then, that Grandfather Mole was in trouble. And if
+he was worried about Farmer Green's cat, why didn't he dig a hole for
+himself at once, and get out of harm's way?
+
+Since Rusty Wren didn't know, he asked Grandfather Mole--in little more
+than a whisper. But Grandfather Mole only shook his head impatiently, as
+if to say that digging a hole wouldn't help him this time.
+
+Meanwhile some of Rusty Wren's friends had come up to see what was going
+on. And talking in low tones, so that they wouldn't attract the cat's
+attention, they agreed with him that there was some mystery about
+Grandfather Mole. But not one of them knew what it could be.
+
+"He's lost something!" Rusty Wren declared.
+
+"There's no doubt of that," Jolly Robin chimed in.
+
+"What can it be?" little Mr. Chippy piped in his thin voice.
+
+"I know!" Rusty Wren exclaimed abruptly. "It's his bearings! Grandfather
+Mole has lost his bearings!"
+
+
+
+
+IX
+
+GOOD NEWS FROM BELOW
+
+
+WHEN Rusty Wren decided that Grandfather Mole had lost his bearings and
+that that was the reason why he was running about the garden in a most
+peculiar fashion, the rest of the birds began to wonder whether they
+oughtn't to help Grandfather Mole find them, since he was blind.
+
+The Worm-eating Warbler, however, who was none too friendly towards
+Grandfather Mole, said that he had his doubts as to Grandfather Mole's
+blindness.
+
+"If he can find angleworms in the dark he certainly ought to be able to
+find his bearings in broad daylight," he sneered.
+
+But Rusty Wren pointed out that nobody could _see_ bearings, anyhow--a
+remark that puzzled the Worm-eating Warbler more than a little. To tell
+the truth, he had no idea what bearings were. And at last he admitted
+that he didn't know.
+
+"What are bearings, anyhow?" he asked Rusty Wren. "I don't understand
+what you mean."
+
+"Oh, I mean that Grandfather Mole has lost his way," Rusty Wren
+explained. "He doesn't know how to get home."
+
+The Worm-eating Warbler asked why Grandfather Mole didn't dig a new hole
+for himself, if he had lost the one he used when he came up in the
+garden. And when he saw that Rusty Wren couldn't answer his question the
+Worm-eating Warbler said he had his doubts as to Rusty Wren's ideas
+about Grandfather Mole.
+
+"It's my opinion," he went on, "that Grandfather Mole has eaten all the
+worms that lived in the ground; and now he's hoping to find some in the
+air."
+
+Although everybody laughed at such a notion, the Worm-eating Warbler
+declared that he had a right to his own belief. And when he added that
+he hadn't seen an angleworm for two days there were a few of his bird
+companions that began to think perhaps there was some reason in his
+remarks, after all.
+
+But Rusty Wren declined to change his opinion.
+
+"There's only one way to be sure; and that's to ask Grandfather Mole!"
+little Mr. Chippy cried.
+
+"It wouldn't do any good," Rusty told him. "Grandfather Mole won't
+answer any questions. But he's in some sort of trouble. There's no
+doubt of that."
+
+They looked down at Grandfather Mole, who was still scurrying
+frantically about the garden. If he heard their talk he did nothing to
+let them know it. And they had begun to think that they would never know
+his secret when a person who looked somewhat like Grandfather Mole
+thrust her head and shoulders out of a hole in the ground.
+
+"That"--Rusty Wren whispered--"that is Grandfather Mole's daughter. I
+know, for I've seen her before." And listening sharply, the bird people
+heard her say, "Don't worry, Father! I've found them."
+
+Grandfather Mole didn't wait for anything more. He didn't even wait
+until he had found the opening in which his daughter had appeared. He
+began to dig right where he stood. And he was out of sight in short
+order.
+
+Although the bird people didn't know it, he was anxious to reach his
+grandchildren. He had them out for a stroll through his underground
+galleries; and walking behind him they had taken a wrong turn when
+Grandfather Mole didn't know it. After looking for them in vain down
+below he had feared that they might have found their way into the open
+air. And that was why he was running about in such a distracted
+fashion.
+
+
+
+
+X
+
+MRS. ROBIN'S WISH
+
+
+IN order to provide enough food for her children--as well as for the
+young Cowbird that she was bringing up--Mrs. Jolly Robin had to work
+hard every day. Though her husband gladly did what he could to help her,
+he complained sometimes about the stranger in their nest.
+
+"Our family is certainly big enough without him," he often remarked. "We
+ought to turn him out to shift for himself."
+
+But Mrs. Robin wouldn't hear of such a thing.
+
+"It's not his fault that his mother left him here--in the egg," she
+would remind Jolly Robin. "If we set him adrift the poor child would
+starve--unless the cat got him."
+
+And then Jolly Robin would feel ashamed that he had even thought of
+being so cruel to an infant bird, even if he was a Cowbird. So he would
+set to work harder than ever gathering worms and grubs and bugs; and
+before long he would find himself singing merrily, "Cheerily, cheer-up!"
+because it made him happy to know that he was doing somebody a good
+turn.
+
+Once in a while Grandfather Mole thrust his head out of the soil of the
+garden, as if he were watching Mr. and Mrs. Robin at their task. Of
+course he couldn't see what they were doing. But Mrs. Robin said that it
+gave her a queer turn to have Grandfather Mole stick his nose out of
+the ground at her very feet. And since he was too busy catching
+angleworms for himself to help her and her husband, she wished he would
+keep out of sight.
+
+Sometimes Grandfather Mole would speak to Mrs. Robin, or her husband;
+for he could hear them talking. And when you hear anybody in a garden
+exclaiming, "Oh, here's a big one! The children will like him, if I can
+ever pull him loose!" you may know at once that the speaker is talking
+about an angleworm. There can be no mistake about it.
+
+When Grandfather Mole overheard Mrs. Robin making such a remark he would
+quite likely advise her to "try a smaller one."
+
+Such a suggestion only made Mrs. Robin pull all the harder.
+
+"Grandfather Mole wants all the big ones himself," she would splutter
+as soon as she and her husband were where Grandfather Mole couldn't
+listen to what she said. And then, probably, Jolly Robin would laugh and
+tell her not to mind, for there ought to be worms enough for everybody.
+
+More than once, when Grandfather Mole had advised her to "try a smaller
+one," Mrs. Robin had declared afterward that she wished she could catch
+the biggest angleworm in the whole garden, just to spite old Grandfather
+Mole and teach him that other people had their rights, as well as he.
+
+"Well, well!" Jolly Robin always exclaimed with a laugh. "Well, well!
+Perhaps some day you will find the grandfather of all the angleworms!"
+
+
+
+
+XI
+
+SURPRISING GRANDFATHER MOLE
+
+
+SOMEHOW Grandfather Mole heard that Mrs. Robin hoped to capture the
+biggest angleworm in the garden. So the very next time he happened to
+find her at work there he offered her another bit of unsought advice.
+And Mrs. Robin liked it no better than any other of Grandfather Mole's
+counsels.
+
+"Don't waste your valuable time looking for the biggest angleworm in the
+garden!" he told her. "I've caught him already."
+
+Well, for once Mrs. Robin almost said something tart to the old
+gentleman. But she checked herself in time; not by biting her tongue,
+however, but by clapping her bill upon a fat bug that was trying to hide
+under a potato-top. And away she flew to her nest, leaving Grandfather
+Mole to talk to the air, if he wished.
+
+"She went off without thanking me," he muttered. To be sure, he hadn't
+seen Mrs. Robin go, but he had heard the beat of her wings as she began
+her flight. He didn't know that he had barely escaped a sharp scolding.
+
+"What do you think Grandfather Mole has just said to me?" Mrs. Robin
+asked her husband, whom she found at the nest feeding their children.
+
+Jolly Robin made three guesses. But none of them was right. So his wife
+repeated Grandfather Mole's remarks. And as usual Jolly Robin laughed.
+
+"I shouldn't pay any attention to what Grandfather Mole says," he
+advised his wife. "I should keep an eye out for big angleworms, if I
+were you. Grandfather Mole may be mistaken. He may have caught only the
+second biggest one."
+
+What her husband said made Mrs. Robin feel better. And she declared that
+she would surprise Grandfather Mole yet.
+
+Strange to say, the very next day Grandfather Mole spoke to Mrs. Robin
+again and told her that "there was no use trying to surprise him, so she
+needn't waste her valuable time trying to do it."
+
+This news made Mrs. Robin quite speechless. She couldn't think how
+Grandfather Mole had happened to learn of her remark, unless her husband
+had been gossiping with his friends. And if that was the case, Mrs.
+Robin didn't mean to let anything of the kind occur again. So she went
+on searching for her children's breakfast and said nothing to any one
+about Grandfather Mole's latest bit of advice.
+
+Mrs. Robin worked harder than ever that day. It seemed to her husband
+that she had eyes for nothing but worms. Certainly she paid little
+attention to him. So he couldn't help feeling pleased when she called to
+him toward evening.
+
+He flew quickly to her side. And he saw at once that she needed his
+help. For Mrs. Robin had an end of a pinkish-white worm in her bill, on
+which she was tugging as hard as she could.
+
+"I think it's the biggest one in the garden!" she managed to gasp. "But
+it simply won't come up out of the ground."
+
+"It must be the grandfather of them all!" Jolly Robin cried. And laying
+hold of the worm himself, he pulled with her.
+
+Somehow there seemed a great commotion in the loose dirt at their feet,
+as they struggled to get the worm out of its hiding-place. And at last,
+to their great delight, they felt it--saw it--coming.
+
+Then a shower of dirt flew into their faces and both Jolly Robin and his
+wife tumbled over backward.
+
+It was no worm that Mrs. Robin had found, but Grandfather Mole's
+hairless tail sticking out of the ground. Together they had dragged him
+to the surface.
+
+And if Mrs. Robin hadn't found the grandfather of all angleworms, at
+least she had found Grandfather Mole.
+
+And she had given him a surprise, too.
+
+
+
+
+XII
+
+MR. BLACKBIRD'S ADVICE
+
+
+OUT of the pine woods beyond the meadow Mr. Blackbird sometimes came to
+breakfast in Farmer Green's garden. He claimed that he came there to
+look for angleworms. But those that knew him best said that he wasn't
+above taking an egg out of some small bird's nest. And some whispered
+that he had even been known to devour a nestling.
+
+Whenever he visited the garden he told everybody that he should never
+come there again because Grandfather Mole was too greedy. Mr. Blackbird
+said that Grandfather Mole didn't leave enough angleworms to make it
+worth his while to fly across the meadow. And one day when he chanced to
+meet Grandfather Mole he told him that it was a shame, the way he was
+treating Farmer Green.
+
+"Farmer Green is good enough to let you live underneath his garden. But
+instead of showing him that you are grateful you eat all of his
+angleworms you can."
+
+Grandfather Mole was thunderstruck. After pondering over Mr. Blackbird's
+speech for a few moments he raised his head. "What shall I do?" he asked
+in a plaintive voice.
+
+"I should think you'd turn over a new leaf," Mr. Blackbird told him
+severely.
+
+And Grandfather Mole promised that he would.
+
+"I'll turn one over to-day," he said, "if you think it will please
+Farmer Green."
+
+"There's no doubt that it will," Mr. Blackbird assured him in a
+slightly more amiable tone.
+
+A hopeful look came into Grandfather Mole's face. And after thanking Mr.
+Blackbird for his advice, he turned away and burrowed out of sight.
+
+Then Mr. Blackbird selected a good many choice tidbits here and there,
+which he bolted with gusto. And after he had eaten what Jolly Robin, who
+had been watching him, declared afterward to have been a hearty meal and
+big enough for any one, Mr. Blackbird began to scold. He announced that
+there wasn't any use of his looking for anything more to eat in that
+neighborhood, for there wasn't enough there to keep a mosquito alive.
+And thereupon he flew away. Nor was anybody sorry to see him go.
+
+Most of the feathered folk agreed that Mr. Blackbird ought not to have
+spoken as he did to Grandfather Mole. But Jolly Robin's wife said that
+she was glad there was somebody with backbone enough to tell Grandfather
+Mole the truth.
+
+"If there were many more like Grandfather Mole in the garden we'd all
+have to spend our summers somewhere else," she said, "or starve."
+
+Jolly Robin told her that she would find things much the same, no matter
+where she lived. "What's a garden, without an old mole or two?" he asked
+the company in general. And since nobody answered, Jolly Robin seemed to
+think he had silenced Mrs. Robin--for once.
+
+But it was not so.
+
+"A garden without an old mole in it would be just what I'd like," she
+cried.
+
+"Well, anyhow, my dear," her husband said, "please remember that
+Grandfather Mole is going to turn over a new leaf."
+
+
+
+
+XIII
+
+TURNING OVER A NEW LEAF
+
+
+SEVERAL days passed before Mr. Blackbird returned to Farmer Green's
+garden. And when at last he flew across the meadow one morning and
+perched on the garden fence, to take a look around before beginning his
+breakfast, he saw that Mrs. Jolly Robin was making countless trips
+between the garden and her home. Early as it was she was hard at work
+feeding her nestlings.
+
+"How are the pickings this morning?" Mr. Blackbird called to her.
+
+"I'm finding plenty for my children to eat--if that's what you mean,"
+Mrs. Robin replied somewhat haughtily. Mr. Blackbird laughed in the
+sleeve of his black coat. The rascal delighted in using language that
+did not please Mrs. Robin.
+
+"If the pickings are good, then there must be fewer pickers," he
+remarked with a grin. "I suppose Grandfather Mole has taken my advice
+and turned over a new leaf."
+
+"I don't know about that," said Mrs. Robin. "Anyhow, there are plenty of
+good crawling things stirring after last night's shower. Everything
+seems to be coming up out of the garden this morning."
+
+She had scarcely finished speaking when Grandfather Mole poked his head
+from beneath a head of lettuce. Mr. Blackbird was just about to begin
+his breakfast. But he paused when he saw Grandfather Mole.
+
+"Hello!" he cried. "What brings you to the surface?"
+
+Grandfather Mole knew Mr. Blackbird's voice at once.
+
+"I'm glad you're here!" he exclaimed. "I want you to tell Farmer Green
+the news. For I know he'll be delighted to hear it."
+
+Then Mr. Blackbird did an ungentlemanly thing. He winked at Jolly
+Robin's wife. But he was a rowdy. So what could you expect of him?
+
+"You've turned over a new leaf, have you?" he asked Grandfather Mole.
+
+"Yes!" said Grandfather Mole. "And not only one! I've turned over a new
+one every day since I last saw you."
+
+Mr. Blackbird replied that he was glad to know it.
+
+[Illustration: Grandfather Mole Greets Mr. Meadow Mouse. (_Page 61_)]
+
+"At least," Grandfather Mole continued, "I've turned over the newest
+leaves I could. Of course you can't turn over a leaf unless it's big
+enough to turn over. When a leaf is so young that it wraps itself around
+the main stalk it's useless to try to turn it over. And it's a great
+waste of time waiting for it to grow.... But it's easy to turn over a
+big one." Suiting his action to his words, Grandfather Mole stepped up
+to a loose-growing head of lettuce, and thrusting his long nose under a
+drooping leaf he lifted it up and pushed it over.
+
+As soon as he moved aside a little the leaf promptly righted itself.
+Grandfather Mole felt it brush his back as it swept into place again.
+
+"Of course," he remarked, "you can't expect a leaf to stay turned over,
+unless you want to stand and hold it in place. And that would be a great
+waste of time--especially for one as hungry as I am." And poking his
+drill-like snout into the earth, he drew forth a huge angleworm, which
+quickly disappeared down his throat.
+
+Mr. Blackbird choked; and not over anything he was eating, either. He
+choked because he was angry.
+
+"It's no use," he said gloomily to Mrs. Robin, as soon as he could
+speak. "It's no use trying to get Grandfather Mole to stop eating
+angleworms. In my opinion, he's too old to turn over a new leaf--the way
+I meant.
+
+"You can't teach an old Mole new tricks," said Mr. Blackbird.
+
+
+
+
+XIV
+
+THE NEW SUNSHADE
+
+
+GRANDFATHER MOLE was resting in the shade of a toadstool. It was a
+stifling, sultry day. And having come up into the garden on some errand
+or other, Grandfather Mole had found the sunshine upon his back
+altogether too hot for his liking.
+
+He was thinking how comfortable his own cool, dark chambers were, and
+wondering why anybody should prefer to live above ground in the heat,
+when a voice called to him, "What a fine umbrella you have! It must be a
+handy thing to have in one's family!"
+
+It was Mr. Meadow Mouse speaking. And since Grandfather Mole knew him
+to be a harmless sort of person he asked him to come over and join him.
+
+"To be sure, there's not room enough for two under my sunshade,"
+Grandfather Mole said. "But you can stand just outside it. And perhaps
+the sight of me in the shade may help you to feel cooler, even if you
+are in the sun."
+
+Well, Mr. Meadow Mouse smiled a bit, all to himself. He knew that
+Grandfather Mole was odd. And being a good-natured person and wishing to
+please Grandfather Mole, Mr. Meadow Mouse joined him.
+
+"What do you think of it now?" Grandfather Mole demanded of Mr. Meadow
+Mouse, almost as soon as he had stepped just outside the shade of the
+toadstool. "Don't you feel cooler already? I shouldn't care to stay in
+the garden a second without this sunshade."
+
+Mr. Meadow Mouse wanted to be polite. So he replied that perhaps he did
+feel a bit more comfortable.
+
+"You ought to own one of these," said Grandfather Mole.
+
+"I've heard they're not always easy to find," Mr. Meadow Mouse remarked.
+
+"That's true," Grandfather agreed.
+
+"You don't--ahem!--you don't use this one all the time, do you?" Mr.
+Meadow Mouse inquired.
+
+"No!" Grandfather Mole answered. "Not when it rains!"
+
+"Then," said Mr. Meadow Mouse, "maybe you'll let me borrow your umbrella
+(or sunshade, as you call it) some rainy day."
+
+"Certainly! You shall take it the next time it rains!" Grandfather
+promised.
+
+As Mr. Meadow Mouse murmured, "Thank you!" he looked up at the sky with
+a knowing eye. He could see signs there. But of course Grandfather Mole
+had never seen the sky in all his life.
+
+"The very next time it rains!" Mr. Meadow Mouse repeated, as if he
+wanted to be sure there was no misunderstanding about it.
+
+"Certainly! Certainly!" Grandfather Mole said. "And as I've remarked
+before, I'd be glad to let you come under the sunshade now, beside me,
+if there was only room enough for both of us."
+
+"You needn't trouble yourself," Mr. Meadow Mouse told him. And once more
+he scanned the sky eagerly.
+
+"What's that?" Grandfather Mole cried suddenly, as he started up in
+alarm. "What struck the top of my sunshade?"
+
+"I don't know," said Mr. Meadow Mouse. "I don't know what it was, unless
+it was a rain-drop."
+
+
+
+
+XV
+
+TWO AND A TOADSTOOL
+
+
+GRANDFATHER MOLE had promised Mr. Meadow Mouse that he would loan him
+his toadstool sunshade--or umbrella--the very next time it rained. But
+when he agreed to that, Grandfather hadn't the slightest idea there was
+a shower coming. Mr. Meadow Mouse, however, had watched the dark clouds
+gathering in the sky. But he had said nothing of what he saw. And when
+the rain-drops began to patter on top of Grandfather Mole's sunshade Mr.
+Meadow Mouse cried in a brisk voice: "I'll thank you, sir, for the loan
+of your umbrella!"
+
+Now, Grandfather Mole had never used his umbrella until that very day.
+It was not a quarter of an hour since he had discovered it standing in
+the garden. And when he had made his promise to Mr. Meadow Mouse he had
+had no idea that it was going to rain so soon. He didn't like the
+thought of loaning a new umbrella the first day he owned it.
+
+"Can't you wait?" he asked Mr. Meadow Mouse. "Wouldn't some other day
+suit you just as well?"
+
+But Mr. Meadow Mouse reminded him that a promise was a promise.
+
+"Well, then--can't you squeeze in beside me?" Grandfather Mole asked
+him.
+
+But Mr. Meadow Mouse said that he didn't see how he could do that. "Now
+that it rains there's no more room under your umbrella than there was a
+few moments ago, when the sun was shining."
+
+"You're mistaken," said Grandfather Mole.
+
+Mr. Meadow Mouse looked surprised. "I don't understand how that can be,"
+he muttered.
+
+"This toadstool is growing bigger all the time," Grandfather Mole
+explained.
+
+"Very well!" said Mr. Meadow Mouse. "If you think there's room for two,
+I'll crowd in." As he spoke he wedged himself between Grandfather Mole
+and the stem of the toadstool umbrella. And immediately Grandfather Mole
+found himself out in the rain. The old gentleman didn't like that very
+well; and he said as much, too.
+
+"It's plain that your umbrella didn't grow as much as you thought," Mr.
+Meadow Mouse retorted.
+
+"You're mistaken," Grandfather Mole told him once more. "My umbrella
+grew exactly as much as I expected it would. But there was one thing I
+forgot."
+
+"What was that?"
+
+"You were growing at the same time," Grandfather Mole replied.
+
+"Yes! And there's another thing that you forgot!" Mr. Meadow Mouse
+exclaimed.
+
+"I doubt it," said Grandfather Mole. And though he didn't ask what it
+was, Mr. Meadow Mouse told him.
+
+"You were growing too!" he cried.
+
+But Grandfather Mole couldn't agree with Mr. Meadow Mouse.
+
+"I'm too old to grow any more," he said.
+
+"Pardon me," said Mr. Meadow Mouse, "but I don't see how a person with
+your well known appetite can help growing fat. And anyhow I'm sorry
+you're out in the rain. But it's certainly not my fault."
+
+"We won't discuss that," Grandfather Mole told him. "And since I don't
+want to get wet I'm going home.... I hope you'll take good care of my
+new sunshade. And please don't forget to return it!" he added anxiously.
+
+"I'll leave it right here for you," Mr. Meadow Mouse promised.
+
+Though Grandfather Mole was far from satisfied he crawled into the
+ground and left Mr. Meadow Mouse to enjoy the rain pattering on the top
+of the toadstool. And the next day, to his great relief, Grandfather
+Mole found his sunshade in the same spot. Mr. Meadow Mouse hadn't taken
+it away. To tell the truth, he had tried to; but he had found that he
+couldn't move it. Grandfather Mole said it was the first sunshade that a
+borrower had ever returned to him.
+
+And that was the truth. For he had never owned a sunshade before.
+
+
+
+
+XVI
+
+GRANDFATHER MOLE'S VISITOR
+
+
+WHATEVER Grandfather Mole's neighbors might say of him, they never could
+claim that he was lazy. He was always busy. When he wasn't eating or
+sleeping you could be quite sure that he was digging. He never seemed to
+be satisfied with his house, but was forever making what he called
+"improvements." If there was one thing he liked, it was plenty of halls.
+He had halls running in every direction. And since a person could never
+tell in which one Grandfather Mole might be, visitors might roam about
+his dark galleries a long time without finding him.
+
+If anybody happened to point out to Grandfather Mole that his house had
+such a drawback, Grandfather Mole always answered that he liked his
+house just as it was and that he wouldn't change it for anything--except
+to add a few more halls.
+
+He was very set in his ways. He claimed that he wouldn't be comfortable
+in a house that had maybe only two halls--a front and a back one, as
+Billy Woodchuck's dwelling was known to contain.
+
+Maybe that was the reason why Grandfather Mole never went visiting. And
+as for anybody else visiting him--well, what was the use when most
+likely you never could find him?
+
+Nevertheless there was one of Grandfather Mole's neighbors who called at
+his house frequently, and for the very reason that he knew he could
+probably do exactly as he pleased. Far from trying to find Grandfather
+Mole, Mr. Meadow Mouse always took pains to avoid him. And if by chance
+he met Grandfather Mole in one of his galleries Mr. Meadow Mouse was
+always extremely polite--and ready to run at a moment's notice.
+
+During corn-planting time Mr. Meadow Mouse went regularly down into a
+gallery of Grandfather Mole's that ran under a corner of the cornfield.
+And somehow he soon grew quite plump.
+
+Now, Grandfather Mole had met Mr. Meadow Mouse two or three times in
+that particular gallery. And he was not slow to notice that his visitor
+looked fatter each time he saw him. So one day Grandfather Mole asked
+Mr. Meadow Mouse bluntly what he was doing there.
+
+"I'm taking a stroll!" Mr. Meadow Mouse told him meekly.
+
+"Be careful"--Grandfather Mole warned him--"be careful that you don't
+take anything else!"
+
+Trembling slightly (for Grandfather Mole could be terribly severe when
+he wanted to be) Mr. Meadow Mouse said that he hoped Grandfather Mole
+didn't mind if a person took a little exercise now and then in those
+underground halls. "On a warm summer's day it's delightfully cool down
+here," Mr. Meadow Mouse murmured.
+
+His speech pleased Grandfather Mole.
+
+"I'm glad there's some one that agrees with me!" he exclaimed. "Most
+people think I'm queer because I like to live underground."
+
+Mr. Meadow Mouse hastened to assure him that _he_ didn't think him
+queer--not in the least!
+
+"Thank you! Thank you!" Grandfather Mole said. "And since you're a
+person of more sense than I had supposed you're welcome to ramble
+through my halls--so long as you don't take anything except exercise and
+a stroll."
+
+Then it was Mr. Meadow Mouse's turn to thank Grandfather Mole.
+
+"I feel better," he said, "now that you've given me permission to come
+here. For to tell the truth, I've often felt that I was taking a
+chance."
+
+So matters went on smoothly for a time. And Mr. Meadow Mouse spent hours
+in the gallery under the cornfield. And he grew fatter every day.
+Naturally he did not take such pains to dodge Grandfather Mole--after
+the talk they had had. And when the two met one evening Grandfather Mole
+stopped Mr. Meadow Mouse.
+
+"There's something I want to say to you," he remarked. "I notice you're
+looking extremely well-fed. And I hope you're not eating any of my
+angleworms."
+
+Mr. Meadow Mouse laughed right in Grandfather Mole's face.
+
+"Oh, no!" he replied.
+
+"Nor any of my grubs or bugs?" Grandfather Mole persisted.
+
+"Certainly not!" said Mr. Meadow Mouse, making a wry face as he
+spoke--for he was rather a dainty person. And then he whispered
+something to Grandfather Mole.
+
+"Oh!" said Grandfather Mole. "So that's it, eh? Well, I don't mind. I
+never eat anything of that sort. Take all you want of it!"
+
+
+
+
+XVII
+
+MR. CROW SCOLDS
+
+
+OLD Mr. Crow was angry with Grandfather Mole.
+
+Now, there was nothing strange about that, because Mr. Crow was always
+losing his temper. And his neighbors had long since learned not to pay
+much heed to his scolding. They knew that loud talk never really hurt
+any one. And generally Mr. Crow forgot a grievance quickly, because he
+was sure to get angry with somebody else.
+
+There was one matter upon which Mr. Crow was especially touchy. That was
+corn. If anybody talked about corn-robbers, or even said much about
+corn as a food, Mr. Crow always lost his temper. And if anybody showed
+much liking for corn, or meddled in the cornfield, then old Mr. Crow
+would get so angry that he couldn't speak a pleasant word for days and
+days.
+
+And now he was enraged because he had reason to believe that Grandfather
+Mole was eating the corn that Farmer Green had planted.
+
+"He's eating it out of the hills," Mr. Crow told his neighbors.
+
+"Farmer Green sometimes places scarecrows in the cornfield," Jimmy
+Rabbit remarked. "So why wouldn't it be a good idea to get him to set up
+a few scaremoles?"
+
+"That wouldn't help any," Mr. Crow said gloomily. Usually the merest
+mention of a scarecrow sent him into a rage. But now he was too angry
+with Grandfather Mole to pick a quarrel with any one else. "Grandfather
+Mole couldn't see a scaremole if he ran head first into it," Mr. Crow
+continued. "And besides, even if he had eyes to see with, he's working
+underground. Grandfather Mole has dug galleries that run under the
+cornfield. And he can get right inside a hill of corn and gobble the
+seed corn without being seen."
+
+"Then how do you know what Grandfather Mole is doing, when you can't see
+him?" Jimmy Rabbit inquired.
+
+"The corn isn't coming up as it should," Mr. Crow told him. "So I
+scratched open a hill myself, to find out what was the matter."
+
+"You didn't find Grandfather Mole, did you?" Jimmy Rabbit cried.
+
+"No!" said Mr. Crow. "And I found no corn, either. But there was one of
+Grandfather Mole's galleries leading up to the center of the hill. So
+it's easy to guess where the corn goes."
+
+Since news always travels fast in Pleasant Valley and tales such as Mr.
+Crow told spread more rapidly than any other, it wasn't long before Mrs.
+Robin repeated Mr. Crow's remarks in Grandfather Mole's hearing.
+
+"What's that?" he called. "Please say that again!"
+
+"Old Mr. Crow claims that you are eating Farmer Green's seed corn out of
+the hills," Mrs. Robin said. And she had the grace to grow somewhat red
+in the face, because it was hardly the sort of thing to say to an old
+gentleman like Grandfather Mole.
+
+For a few moments Grandfather Mole was silent. He couldn't say a word
+for himself. And Mrs. Robin whispered to some of her friends that it
+certainly looked as if Grandfather Mole was guilty.
+
+At last he managed to speak. But it was a most peculiar question that he
+asked; so far as Mrs. Robin could see, it had absolutely nothing to do
+with the case:
+
+"If you happen to see Mr. Meadow Mouse, will you tell him that I'd like
+to have a talk with him?"
+
+
+
+
+XVIII
+
+A TALK WITH MR. MEADOW MOUSE
+
+
+THE next time she saw Mr. Meadow Mouse Mrs. Robin gave him Grandfather
+Mole's message. "He says," said she, "he'd like to have a talk with
+you."
+
+"Does he?" Mr. Meadow Mouse exclaimed. "Now I wonder what he has to say!
+I returned his umbrella to him, after the rain. So it can't be about
+that."
+
+"If I wanted to know, I'd go and find Grandfather Mole," Mrs. Robin
+suggested tartly.
+
+Being a mild sort of person, Mr. Meadow Mouse thanked Mrs. Robin
+politely, both for the message and for the advice. And then, scampering
+to a certain spot that he knew, near the fence, he disappeared through
+an opening into the ground. It was one of Grandfather Mole's doorways.
+Mr. Meadow Mouse did not hesitate to use it, being one of those
+fortunate folk that are quite at home anywhere. It made little
+difference to him whether he was above the ground or in it. And aside
+from Grandfather Mole and his own family there was no one that knew his
+way about Grandfather Mole's galleries as well as Mr. Meadow Mouse.
+
+To be sure, he had some trouble in finding the old gentleman, there were
+so many different passages in which to look for him. But at last Mr.
+Meadow Mouse met Grandfather Mole in a long tunnel that followed a row
+of newly planted corn.
+
+"Ah, ha!" Grandfather Mole cried. "There's something I want to say to
+you."
+
+"So I hear!" Mr. Meadow Mouse replied a bit anxiously, for Grandfather
+Mole sounded none too pleasant.
+
+"You've been getting me into trouble with old Mr. Crow," Grandfather
+Mole complained. "He thinks I've been eating the seed corn that Farmer
+Green planted. And if I told him that it was you that's done it, and
+that you've been using my galleries to reach the hills of corn, Mr. Crow
+would never believe what I said."
+
+"It looks bad for you, doesn't it?" said Mr. Meadow Mouse more
+cheerfully.
+
+Somehow his remark displeased Grandfather Mole.
+
+"You'd better be careful what you say!" he warned Mr. Meadow Mouse. "If
+you make me angry it will go hard with you."
+
+Now, Grandfather Mole was known to be a terrible fighter when aroused.
+And Mr. Meadow Mouse had no liking for a fight with any one. So he
+moved backward a few steps and made ready to run.
+
+"I'm sorry if I have caused you trouble," he said. "Couldn't you explain
+to Mr. Crow that you have tunnelled into the hills of corn in order to
+catch the grubs that would eat the corn if you didn't eat them first?
+Can't you tell him that you are helping the corn crop, instead of
+ruining it?"
+
+Grandfather Mole shook his head.
+
+"You're not much acquainted with Mr. Crow," he replied. "If he has made
+up his mind that I'm stealing corn nothing I could say would change his
+opinion."
+
+"Can't I help you in some way?" Mr. Meadow Mouse asked. "I'd do almost
+anything, because you've let me use your galleries."
+
+Grandfather Mole pondered for a time.
+
+"Perhaps there is a way you can help," he said at last. "If you'll
+manage somehow to let Mr. Crow catch you in one of these hills, with
+your mouth full of corn, he'd know that you were the guilty party."
+
+Mr. Meadow Mouse paled at the thought of such a situation. And his legs
+shook beneath him. "Oh! I--I couldn't do that!" he stammered. "Can't you
+think of some other way?"
+
+"Yes, I can!" Grandfather replied. "I'll let him catch me in a hill of
+corn."
+
+"With corn in your mouth?" Mr. Meadow Mouse inquired eagerly.
+
+"No!" said Grandfather Mole. "With _you_ in my mouth!" When he chose,
+Grandfather Mole could be very spry. And as he said those words he made
+a quick rush toward Mr. Meadow Mouse.
+
+Then there was a great scurrying down there in the dark.
+
+
+
+
+XIX
+
+MR. CROW'S APOLOGY
+
+
+IT was lucky for Mr. Meadow Mouse that he had placed a little distance
+between himself and Grandfather Mole down in the gallery under the
+cornfield. For when Grandfather Mole rushed at him, Mr. Meadow Mouse had
+just enough lead to escape. He made for the open air as fast as he could
+scramble, knowing that Grandfather Mole could never catch him once he
+reached the great out-of-doors.
+
+Perhaps it was only natural that Grandfather Mole should have been
+angry with Mr. Meadow Mouse. Nobody likes to be accused of
+thieving--especially when he is innocent. And when the real
+corn thief (Mr. Meadow Mouse) declined to take the blame off
+Grandfather Mole's shoulders maybe his anger was not altogether
+uncalled-for.
+
+After all, Grandfather Mole was glad, in a way, that Mr. Meadow Mouse
+had got away from him. "It proves"--Grandfather Mole told himself--"it
+proves that Mr. Meadow Mouse is not only a thief: he's a coward as
+well."
+
+At the same time, any one that really knew old Mr. Crow couldn't have
+blamed Mr. Meadow Mouse for not wanting to follow Grandfather's
+suggestion. Grandfather Mole had asked Mr. Meadow Mouse to allow Mr.
+Crow to catch him with his mouth full of corn, so that Mr. Crow might
+know that it wasn't Grandfather Mole that was taking the seed corn, as
+Mr. Crow supposed.
+
+Mr. Meadow Mouse was too well acquainted with old Mr. Crow to get
+himself into any such fix as that.
+
+When he found himself above ground, after Grandfather Mole had chased
+him out of his galleries, Mr. Meadow Mouse felt so pleased with himself
+that he couldn't help telling his neighbors about his adventure. He
+boasted that he had been eating the seed corn out of the hills. And he
+declared that he didn't care if Mr. Crow heard of it himself.
+
+"It's no more his corn than mine," Mr. Meadow Mouse said. "It belongs to
+Farmer Green. And since he has never spoken to me about missing any, I
+don't believe he cares. Besides, I've often noticed that he drops more
+kernels in a hill than he expects will grow. And really I've been saving
+him the trouble of pulling up a good many young stalks."
+
+All this Mr. Meadow Mouse spread far and wide. And soon it reached the
+ears of old Mr. Crow.
+
+"Ha!" Mr. Crow exclaimed. "So he's the thief! I'll have to teach him a
+lesson."
+
+It was Jasper Jay that had related the news to his cousin, old Mr. Crow.
+And now he asked, "What about Grandfather Mole? Don't you think you
+ought to apologize to him?"
+
+That was a strange thing for Jasper Jay to ask. He was the greatest
+rowdy in the woods, with shocking manners.
+
+Mr. Crow gave Jasper a sidewise glance.
+
+"Will you apologize for me?" he inquired. "I'm too busy to do it
+myself."
+
+"Certainly I will!" Jasper Jay cried. "Leave that to me!" And he hurried
+off at once to find Grandfather Mole.
+
+Jasper was lucky enough to see Grandfather Mole's head sticking out of
+the ground, when he reached the garden.
+
+"I have a message for you!" Jasper told him. "My cousin Mr. Crow--the
+old black rascal!--was going to punish you for stealing corn. But he has
+made other arrangements."
+
+"Mr. Crow"--Grandfather Mole spluttered--"Mr. Crow owes me an apology."
+
+"Not now, he doesn't!" Jasper disputed.
+
+"Why not?" Grandfather Mole cried.
+
+"Because I've just brought his apology and given it to you," Jasper Jay
+replied.
+
+But Grandfather Mole told him to be gone, and to take the apology away
+with him.
+
+"It's nothing but an insult!" Grandfather Mole declared.
+
+
+
+
+XX
+
+A SIGN OF RAIN
+
+
+OVER near the garden fence lay an old hollow log. Grandfather Mole
+discovered it one day; and thinking that it would be a fine place to
+look for grubs and other good things, he crept into one end of it.
+
+If he had been able to see, near the other end of the log, a pair of
+bright eyes that peered at him out of the darkness perhaps he would have
+backed out in a hurry. But it was all right. The owner of the two eyes
+was only Sandy Chipmunk. And he spoke pleasantly to Grandfather Mole, in
+a soft sort of chatter, because he didn't want to alarm him.
+
+"Good afternoon!" said Grandfather Mole. At Sandy's first word he had
+jumped. But as soon as he knew who was in the log with him he felt safe
+enough. "What are you doing here, young man?" Grandfather inquired.
+
+"I came in to get out of the rain," Sandy told him.
+
+"Rain!" Grandfather Mole exclaimed. "It's not raining!"
+
+"I know that. But it's going to," Sandy Chipmunk replied.
+
+"There's not the least sign of rain," Grandfather Mole declared. Being
+older than Sandy, he didn't hesitate to dispute what Sandy said. And he
+never troubled himself to apologize, either. Sandy Chipmunk noticed
+that, for he had been carefully reared by his mother. But he knew that
+Grandfather Mole was considered an odd old gentleman. And besides, what
+could Sandy have said that wouldn't have sounded rude?
+
+"There's not a sign of rain," Grandfather Mole repeated, "so far as I
+can see."
+
+"How far can you see?" Sandy inquired politely.
+
+"Tut, tut!" said Grandfather Mole. "What I mean is that I haven't
+_noticed_ anything that foretells rain. For instance, I haven't had a
+twinge of rheumatism since I don't know when."
+
+"Well, I'm glad of that, anyhow," Sandy assured him. "But I saw a sign
+of rain to-day that perhaps you never noticed."
+
+"What was that?"
+
+"Farmer Green's cat was washing her face on the doorsteps," Sandy
+explained triumphantly. "It's a sure sign of rain. My mother has never
+known it to fail."
+
+"Farmer Green's cat!" Grandfather Mole repeated after him. And he
+shuddered as he spoke. "Don't you know that she's not a trustworthy
+person? You surely don't depend on her, I hope! She's not dependable."
+
+"Well, you can always depend on her to jump at you," Sandy observed.
+
+"She's a coward--that's what she is," Grandfather Mole scolded. "You
+never heard of her chasing anybody that was bigger than herself, did
+you? You never heard of her attacking Fatty Coon!"
+
+Sandy Chipmunk said that if the cat hunted coons, she kept it to
+herself.
+
+"She's too wise to run any risk," said Grandfather Mole. "But if she's
+washing her face just because she expects rain, then she's stupid.
+
+"If the cat wants to wash her face, why doesn't she stick her head out
+in the rain?" Grandfather Mole demanded. And without waiting for his
+young companion to answer, he went on to say that in his opinion anybody
+that washed his face in anything but dirt was stupid beyond all hope. "I
+claim," said Grandfather Mole, "that there's nothing quite like a dirt
+bath."
+
+"There aren't many that would agree with you," Sandy Chipmunk told
+him.
+
+"There's a lot of stupid people in this valley," Grandfather Mole
+retorted.
+
+Sandy Chipmunk thought deeply for a few moments.
+
+"I know of one person who would say you were right," he remarked at
+last.
+
+"Who's that?" Grandfather asked him.
+
+"The boy, Johnnie Green!" Sandy Chipmunk replied. "If you could _see_
+his face you'd know that he takes a dirt bath every day!"
+
+
+
+
+XXI
+
+MRS. WREN TRIES TO HELP
+
+
+"HAVE you found him yet?" Mrs. Rusty Wren asked Grandfather Mole one day
+when the old gentleman had left his dark underground home to brave the
+dangers of the garden.
+
+"Found whom?" Grandfather Mole inquired.
+
+"Why, your grandson! I saw him wandering about the garden a little while
+ago. And I supposed of course that you had come up to find him."
+
+"Now, that's strange!" Grandfather Mole exclaimed. "I wasn't aware one
+of them had strayed away from the house.... Which of my grandchildren
+was it that you saw!"
+
+"I don't know them by name," Mrs. Wren replied. "But this was just a
+tiny chap."
+
+"Then it must be my little grandson Moses!" Grandfather Mole cried.
+"He's the smallest of the lot.... I must find him at once, before the
+cat catches him."
+
+Mrs. Wren saw that Grandfather Mole was greatly disturbed. And though
+she had enough to do--goodness knows!--to look after her own family, she
+told Grandfather Mole that she would help him find his grandchild.
+
+"That's kind of you, I'm sure," Grandfather Mole remarked. "If I had
+your bright eyes I wouldn't need anybody's help."
+
+"Oh, you're welcome!" Mrs. Wren assured him. "I shouldn't want a
+youngster of mine walking about the garden alone. I'm glad to do what I
+can. And meanwhile you had better stay close to that hole, for there's
+no need of your running any risks. If I can't find young Moses Mole,
+then nobody can."
+
+Grandfather Mole said she was very kind and that he would take her
+advice. So he stationed himself beside the hole through which he had
+lately appeared and waited there while Rusty Wren's wife looked for his
+grandson.
+
+She was a quick, spry little body--was Mrs. Wren. It wasn't long before
+she surprised the object of her search in the act of eating a fat grub
+beside a pumpkin.
+
+"Here he is!" Mrs. Wren called to Grandfather Mole. "I've found him. Do
+you want to come and get him, or shall I bring him to you?"
+
+[Illustration: Billy Woodchuck Calls on Grandfather Mole. (_Page 106_)]
+
+"You'd better bring him," Grandfather Mole answered. And anybody
+could see that he was vastly relieved.
+
+A little later Mrs. Wren called to him again.
+
+"What shall I do?" she asked. "He won't mind me. And he's too heavy for
+me to carry."
+
+"That's Moses, without a doubt!" Grandfather Mole declared. "Yes!
+If he won't mind, it's certainly my grandson Moses. He's the
+littlest of the family; and his mother has always spoiled him....
+I suppose"--Grandfather Mole added--"I suppose I'll have to go and
+get him."
+
+"Wait a moment!" Mrs. Wren suddenly sang out. "There's some mistake.
+This little fellow says his name isn't Moses!"
+
+Well, Grandfather Mole's mouth fell open, he was so surprised. "Then
+what's his name?" he demanded.
+
+"He says it's Mr. Shrew. And he seems very angry over something or
+other," Mrs. Wren explained.
+
+"Tell me"--Grandfather Mole besought her--"has he a neck?"
+
+Mrs. Wren glanced at the small person whose breakfast she had
+interrupted.
+
+"Yes, he has one," she reported.
+
+"Then he's no relation of mine," Grandfather Mole said. "Or at least,
+he's no more than a distant cousin. And I don't even know him." He was
+relieved to learn that his grandson Moses Mole was not wandering about
+the garden, after all. "Maybe you never stopped to think that none of
+our family have necks--so far as you can notice."
+
+And now Mrs. Wren looked at Grandfather Mole. And she saw that his head
+was set right on his shoulders.
+
+"I was mistaken," she faltered. "I'm sorry if I upset you about your
+grandson."
+
+"It doesn't matter now," Grandfather Mole assured her. "To be sure, I
+was alarmed. And when you said he wouldn't mind I was sure it was Moses.
+
+"Children," said Grandfather Mole, "are not brought up as strictly as
+they were when I was young."
+
+
+
+
+XXII
+
+TWO FAMOUS DIGGERS
+
+
+BILLY WOODCHUCK had decided to move into new quarters before cold
+weather set in. Old dog Spot had learned where he lived; and to Billy's
+dismay Spot was spending altogether too much of his time watching
+Billy's front door.
+
+There was only one reason why Billy Woodchuck didn't exactly care to dig
+a new home for himself in the pasture just then. The fall crop of clover
+was about to head out. And being very fond of clover blossoms, Billy
+hated to spend his time digging.
+
+He was telling his troubles one day to old Mr. Crow. And as usual, Mr.
+Crow had an idea.
+
+"Why don't you get somebody to help you?" he asked.
+
+Billy Woodchuck looked a bit doubtful.
+
+"Who is there?" he inquired. "Nobody would be willing to dig for me
+unless I paid him."
+
+"Well--if I were you I'd offer a modest wage," Mr. Crow suggested.
+
+But Billy Woodchuck shook his head.
+
+"I couldn't pay anybody anything--unless it was clover-tops," he
+explained. "And why should any one dig for them when there are thousands
+to be had for the taking?"
+
+Mr. Crow agreed that Billy Woodchuck knew what he was talking about.
+
+"But," said Mr. Crow, "I've usually found that there's a way out of
+every difficulty. What you must do is to find somebody that _likes_ to
+dig--somebody that is so crazy to dig that he'd help you just for the
+fun of the thing."
+
+Billy Woodchuck looked still more doubtful.
+
+"Who is there?" he asked once more.
+
+Meanwhile Mr. Crow had been thinking rapidly--for he was a quick-witted
+old scamp.
+
+"I'll tell you!" he cried. "There's Grandfather Mole!"
+
+Although Billy Woodchuck brightened considerably--for Mr. Crow's ideas
+made him more hopeful--he observed that he didn't know Grandfather Mole.
+"I've heard of him, however," Billy told Mr. Crow. "He lives in Farmer
+Green's garden. But you know I never go there. I stick to the fields. I
+don't like to get too far from home."
+
+"For once, then," said old Mr. Crow, "I should break my rule--if I were
+you--and visit the garden. Find Grandfather Mole and have a talk with
+him!"
+
+So Billy Woodchuck decided that he would take Mr. Crow's advice. And
+though he hated to leave the clover-patch he set out that very afternoon
+to find Grandfather Mole and ask him if he wouldn't like to help dig a
+winter home in the pasture. But before starting on his journey Billy
+Woodchuck waited until Mr. Crow came back and told him that Grandfather
+Mole had just appeared above ground.
+
+Billy Woodchuck hurried off across the pasture as fast as he could
+scamper. And in a short time he reached Farmer Green's garden. He was
+somewhat out of breath, because there had been plenty of good things to
+eat all summer long and he was round as a ball of butter.
+
+Luckily he arrived just in time. Grandfather Mole had been on the point
+of creeping down into one of his many underground halls when he heard a
+strange voice say, "Stop a moment, please! I've something important to
+say to you."
+
+It was a pleasant voice. If it hadn't been, Grandfather Mole wouldn't
+have waited an instant. He turned his head toward the place where the
+voice came from and said, "What is it, stranger? And talk fast, because
+I'm busy. I have some digging to do down below."
+
+
+
+
+XXIII
+
+SEEING A SAMPLE
+
+
+GRANDFATHER MOLE'S remark made Billy Woodchuck smile.
+
+"I'm a very busy person. I've some digging to do down below,"
+Grandfather had said.
+
+"You're just the one I need to help me!" Billy Woodchuck exclaimed, for
+he had heard somewhere that if you want a thing done, you should get a
+busy person to do it.
+
+"I hope you don't want me to catch angleworms for you," Grandfather Mole
+told him. "The neighbors are always asking me to do that. And I've
+decided that I can't do it. Somehow I can't help eating 'em myself."
+
+Billy Woodchuck assured him that he had no use at all for angleworms.
+
+"What I want," he explained, "is a good digger to help dig a new house
+for me."
+
+"Is anybody else going to help too?" Grandfather Mole inquired
+carefully.
+
+"No--only myself!" Billy said.
+
+"Then I'm sorry; but I can't work for you," Grandfather Mole announced.
+And he had already turned away, as if the business were ended, when
+Billy Woodchuck stopped him again.
+
+"Perhaps"--said Billy--"perhaps I can find one or two others besides
+myself."
+
+"You've missed my point," said Grandfather Mole. "I don't want anybody
+else to help--not even you! For I won't share the fun of digging with
+any one."
+
+Well, Billy Woodchuck could hardly believe his own ears.
+
+"You shall have things all your own way!" he cried. "I won't scratch a
+speck of dirt, I promise you!"
+
+"That's different," Grandfather Mole remarked. "That's more like it. And
+if you're a person that keeps his promises we shall not have a bit of
+trouble."
+
+"You can depend on me," Billy Woodchuck told Grandfather Mole. "While
+you're working for me I'll spend all my time in the clover-patch.... And
+now," he added, "I'd like to see a sample of your digging."
+
+"Come right this way!" Grandfather Mole directed. And Billy Woodchuck
+followed, and looked carefully at the small hole that Grandfather Mole
+pointed to with an air of pride. "Here's one of my doorways," he
+announced.
+
+With his head on one side, Billy Woodchuck inspected it.
+
+"It's well made," he said, "but of course it's entirely too small for my
+house. If you work for me you'll have to dig bigger than that."
+
+That speech did not please Grandfather Mole. "Small doorways are the
+only kind to have," he declared. "I wouldn't make a bigger one for
+anybody--not even for Farmer Green himself."
+
+Billy Woodchuck soon saw that Grandfather Mole was a stubborn old
+fellow. No matter what he said, he couldn't get Grandfather Mole to
+change his opinion. And at last Billy Woodchuck gave up all hope of
+having Grandfather Mole dig for him.
+
+"A door like yours would be of no use to me," he said dolefully. "I
+never could squeeze through it."
+
+"My goodness!" Grandfather Mole cried. "How big are you, anyhow?" It
+must be remembered that he couldn't see his caller.
+
+"I'm big enough," said Billy Woodchuck, "to put you in my pocket,
+almost."
+
+Grandfather Mole turned pale at the mere thought of such a thing.
+
+"I--I'd no idea I was talking to a monster," he stammered. "I don't
+believe I want to dig for you, after all." And saying a hasty good
+afternoon, he popped through his doorway and vanished at Billy
+Woodchuck's feet.
+
+Greatly disappointed, Billy Woodchuck turned homewards. "I'd have been
+in a pretty fix if he had finished my house, and I had tried to move my
+furniture into it," he muttered. "It's lucky I asked to see a sample of
+Grandfather Mole's work," said Billy Woodchuck.
+
+
+
+
+XXIV
+
+FOLLOWING THE PLOUGH
+
+
+A GOOD many of Grandfather Mole's neighbors sneered at him, and said he
+was queer. Mr. Blackbird was one of these scoffers. Though he was a lazy
+scamp, he always managed to look sleek and well fed. And he liked the
+same fare that Grandfather Mole did.
+
+"You're a goose to work so hard for your food," Mr. Blackbird jeered one
+fine spring day as he sat on the garden fence and looked down at
+Grandfather Mole. "You ought to change your habits. Just look at me! I
+get plenty to eat. And I do precious little digging for it, believe me!
+I tell you, there's a better way than yours!"
+
+Naturally, Grandfather Mole couldn't look at Mr. Blackbird. But he
+raised his head in his odd fashion.
+
+"What's that?" he inquired. "What's a better way than mine?"
+
+But Mr. Blackbird was in no hurry to tell all he knew.
+
+"Suppose," he said, "I should explain my method to you. You could follow
+it for some weeks and live well without much trouble. And then--when the
+spring ploughing is finished--I should want you to supply me with
+angleworms for the same length of time. You know, you can't expect me to
+give away my secret for nothing."
+
+"But I _like_ to dig," Grandfather Mole replied. "You may have noticed
+that I am built for that sort of work."
+
+What Grandfather Mole said was true. His drill-like nose, his powerful
+fore-legs and big, strong feet all served to make him the fastest digger
+in Pleasant Valley.
+
+Mr. Blackbird regarded him with a sly smile. "You seem to be built for
+_eating_, too," he observed.
+
+Grandfather Mole soon confessed that Mr. Blackbird's mention of
+angleworms had made him so hungry that he was ready to promise to do as
+Mr. Blackbird had proposed.
+
+So Mr. Blackbird cried that it was a bargain.
+
+"And now," he said, "listen carefully while I whisper the secret, for I
+don't want everybody to hear it.... I follow the plough," he explained.
+"It turns up a great quantity of angleworms. The only work I have to do
+is to pick 'em up with my bill."
+
+Somehow Grandfather Mole did not appear as delighted as Mr. Blackbird
+had expected.
+
+"How can I follow the plough when I can't see where it's going?" he
+asked.
+
+"Silly!" Mr. Blackbird jeered. "You can find your way along a furrow,
+can't you?"
+
+Grandfather Mole thought he could do that. "But you're forgetting Henry
+Hawk!" he reminded Mr. Blackbird. "Farmer Green ploughs in the daytime.
+And Henry Hawk might see me."
+
+"He wouldn't be likely to notice you if you crept along the bottom of a
+furrow," Mr. Blackbird assured Grandfather Mole. "Anyhow, I'll be there.
+And I'll warn you if Henry Hawk appears in the sky."
+
+Grandfather Mole was relieved. And Mr. Blackbird told him to be ready
+the next morning.
+
+
+
+
+XXV
+
+STUBBORN AS EVER
+
+
+FARMER GREEN hadn't finished ploughing his first furrow before Mr.
+Blackbird and Grandfather Mole began breakfasting on the angleworms that
+the plough turned up.
+
+Very soon Mr. Blackbird began to regret his bargain with Grandfather
+Mole, for Grandfather was even a greater eater than Mr. Blackbird had
+supposed. Mr. Blackbird began to be afraid that there wouldn't be worms
+enough left for himself.
+
+"This is a fine place to dig," he remarked to Grandfather Mole in what
+seemed a careless way. But he watched Grandfather Mole narrowly, with a
+grin on his face, to see what the old chap would do.
+
+And after that Grandfather Mole couldn't resist burrowing in the loose
+earth now and then. It pleased Mr. Blackbird to see him amuse himself in
+that fashion, because while he was digging Grandfather Mole lost his
+chance at a good many angleworms. They found their way quickly down Mr.
+Blackbird's throat. And it was not long before he was in the best of
+spirits.
+
+Day after day while the spring ploughing went on, the strange pair
+followed the plough together. And since Grandfather Mole spent more than
+half the time in digging, Mr. Blackbird felt that on the whole their
+bargain had proved a good one.
+
+When Farmer Green had finished the last furrow in the field Mr.
+Blackbird told Grandfather Mole that the ploughing had come to an end.
+
+"And now"--he said--"now it's your turn to carry out your part of the
+bargain. I showed you where the food was plentiful; and it's time for
+you to begin furnishing me twenty fat angleworms a day."
+
+Grandfather Mole was amazed. There hadn't been a word said about the
+_number_ of angleworms he was to supply Mr. Blackbird.
+
+"Twenty!" he exclaimed. "Nobody said 'twenty!'"
+
+"That's so," said Mr. Blackbird. "It was forty."
+
+Grandfather Mole was staggered. But he didn't dare object again, for
+fear Mr. Blackbird would double the number once more and make it eighty.
+
+"Agreed!" he cried. "And I'll have them ready for you at midnight
+regularly."
+
+"Midnight!" Mr. Blackbird repeated after him, in great surprise.
+"Nothing was said about 'midnight!'"
+
+"That's so!" Grandfather Mole admitted. "It was one o'clock in the
+morning." And in spite of everything Mr. Blackbird said, Grandfather
+Mole wouldn't change the time. Everybody knew that he was very stubborn.
+
+"A hundred angleworms in the middle of the night wouldn't do me any
+good," Mr. Blackbird complained. "I'm always asleep at that time."
+
+"You'd better change your habits," Grandfather Mole replied. "You ought
+to be glad to change your hours for sleep, if it would make things
+easier for you."
+
+Now that was very like the sort of remark that Mr. Blackbird himself
+had once made to Grandfather Mole. But coming from Grandfather Mole the
+suggestion did not please him. He even lost his temper. And he told
+Grandfather Mole that he was the queerest person in all Pleasant Valley.
+
+But that speech did not trouble Grandfather Mole.
+
+"It's everybody else that's queer--and not I!" he declared.
+
+
+THE END
+
+
+
+
+SLEEPY-TIME TALES
+
+(Trademark Registered.)
+
+By ARTHUR SCOTT BAILEY
+
+AUTHOR OF THE
+TUCK-ME-IN TALES and SLUMBER-TOWN TALES
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+COLORED WRAPPER AND TEXT ILLUSTRATIONS DRAWN BY HARRY L. SMITH
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+This series of animal stories for children from three to eight years,
+tells of the adventures of the four-footed creatures of our American
+woods and fields in an amusing way, which delights small two-footed
+human beings.
+
+THE TALE OF CUFFY BEAR
+THE TALE OF FRISKY SQUIRREL
+THE TALE OF TOMMY FOX
+THE TALE OF FATTY COON
+THE TALE OF BILLY WOODCHUCK
+THE TALE OF JIMMY RABBIT
+THE TALE OF PETER MINK
+THE TALE OF SANDY CHIPMUNK
+THE TALE OF BROWNIE BEAVER
+THE TALE OF PADDY MUSKRAT
+THE TALE OF FERDINAND FROG
+THE TALE OF DICKIE DEER MOUSE
+THE TALE OF TIMOTHY TURTLE
+THE TALE OF BENNY BADGER
+THE TALE OF MAJOR MONKEY
+THE TALE OF GRUMPY WEASEL
+THE TALE OF GRANDFATHER MOLE
+THE TALE OF MASTER MEADOW MOUSE
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+GROSSET & DUNLAP, PUBLISHERS, NEW YORK
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+TUCK-ME-IN TALES
+
+(Trademark Registered)
+
+By ARTHUR SCOTT BAILEY
+
+AUTHOR OF THE
+SLEEPY-TIME TALES and SLUMBER-TOWN TALES
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+COLORED WRAPPER AND TEXT ILLUSTRATIONS DRAWN BY HARRY L. SMITH
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+A delightful and unusual series of bird and insect stories for boys and
+girls from three to eight years old, or thereabouts.
+
+
+THE TALE OF JOLLY ROBIN
+
+Jolly Robin spreads happiness everywhere with his merry song.
+
+
+THE TALE OF OLD MR. CROW
+
+A wise bird was Mr. Crow. He'd laugh when any one tried to catch him.
+
+
+THE TALE OF SOLOMON OWL
+
+Solomon Owl looked so solemn that many people thought he knew
+everything.
+
+
+THE TALE OF JASPER JAY
+
+Jasper Jay was very mischievous. But many of his neighbors liked him.
+
+
+THE TALE OF RUSTY WREN
+
+Rusty Wren fought bravely to keep all strangers out of his house.
+
+
+THE TALE OF DADDY LONG-LEGS
+
+Daddy Long-Legs could point in all directions at once--with his
+different legs.
+
+
+THE TALE OF KIDDIE KATYDID
+
+He was a musical person and chanted all night during the autumn.
+
+
+THE TALE OF BETSY BUTTERFLY
+
+Betsy spent most of her time among the flowers.
+
+
+THE TALE OF BUSTER BUMBLEBEE
+
+Buster was clumsy and blundering, but was known far and wide.
+
+
+THE TALE OF FREDDIE FIREFLY
+
+Freddie had great sport dancing in the meadow and flashing his light.
+
+
+THE TALE OF BOBBY BOBOLINK
+
+Bobby had a wonderful voice and loved to sing.
+
+
+THE TALE OF CHIRPY CRICKET
+
+Chirpy loved to stroll about after dark and "chirp."
+
+
+THE TALE OF MRS. LADYBUG
+
+Mrs. Ladybug loved to find out what her neighbors were doing and to give
+them advice.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+GROSSET & DUNLAP, PUBLISHERS, NEW YORK
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+Sleepy-Time Tales
+(Trademark Registered)
+
+By ARTHUR SCOTT BAILEY
+
+_Wrappers and illustrations in color._
+_Drawings by HARRY L. SMITH_
+
+
+These little books for little people tell of the adventures of the
+four-footed creatures of our American woods and fields in an amusing
+way which delights small two-footed human beings; and at the same time,
+in the shortcomings of Cuffy Bear and his neighbors, children are quick
+to recognize their own faults and to take home the obvious lessons.
+
+
+
+
+Tuck-Me-In Tales
+(Trademark Registered)
+
+By ARTHUR SCOTT BAILEY
+
+_Wrappers and illustrations in color._
+_Drawings by HARRY L. SMITH_
+
+
+The stories of Jolly Robin, Old Mr. Crow and the other birds are
+as unusual as they are delightful, since this is almost the first
+time these feathered friends of the kiddies have appeared in print.
+These bird stories, like the Sleepy-Time animal stories, are based
+upon actual natural history facts, but while the youngster eagerly
+listens to them, a moral foundation, of deeper importance than that
+in natural history, is being laid.
+
+
+
+
+Slumber-Town Tales
+(Trademark Registered)
+
+By ARTHUR SCOTT BAILEY
+
+_Wrappers and illustrations in color._
+_Drawings by HARRY L. SMITH_
+
+
+The kiddies will love these fascinating stories of Farmyard Folk,
+which tell of the daily doings of Muley Cow, Old Dog Spot, and their
+companions. These tales will show them that they have much in common
+with Henrietta Hen and the others, and will develop in them a wholesome
+respect for those good friends.
+
+Grosset & Dunlap, New  York
+
+
+
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