the cart's ready, and till your nerves have recovered their shock.'
'Police-station! Complaint!' murmured Toad dreamily. 'Me complain of that beautiful, that heavenly vision that has been vouchsafed me! Mend the cart! I've done with carts for ever. I never want to see the cart, or to hear of it, again. O, Ratty! You can't think how obliged I am to you for consenting to come on this trip! I wouldn't have gone without you, and then I might never have seen that—that swan, that sunbeam, that thunderbolt! I might never have heard that entrancing sound, or smelt that bewitching smell! I owe it all to you, my best of friends!'
The Rat turned from him in despair. 'You see what it is?' he said to the Mole, addressing him across Toad's head: 'He's quite hopeless. I give it up—when we get to the town we'll go to the railway station, and with luck we may pick up a train there that'll get us back to river-bank to-night. And if ever you catch me going a-pleasuring with this provoking animal again!'—He snorted, and during the rest of that weary trudge addressed his remarks exclusively to Mole.
