“Shove that under your feet,’” he observed to the Mole, as he passed it down into the boat. Then he untied the painter and took the sculls again.
“What’s inside it?” asked the Mole, wriggling with curiosity.
“There’s cold chicken inside it,” replied the Rat briefly,
“Oh stop, stop,” cried Mole in ecstasies, “This is too much!”
“Do you really think so?” inquired the Rat seriously, “It’s only what I always take on these little excursions, and the other animals are always telling me that I’m a mean beast and cut it very fine!”