<h2><SPAN name="XVI" id="XVI"></SPAN>XVI</h2>
<h3>GRANDFATHER MOLE'S VISITOR</h3>
<p><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"><SPAN name="p_71" id="p_71"></SPAN></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—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—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—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"><SPAN name="p_72" id="p_72"></SPAN></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—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"—Grandfather Mole<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="p_73" id="p_73"></SPAN></span>
warned him—"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—not
in the least!</p>
<p>"Thank you! Thank you!" Grandfather
Mole said. "And since you're a<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="p_74" id="p_74"></SPAN></span>
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."</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—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"><SPAN name="p_75" id="p_75"></SPAN></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—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>
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