It's not the sort of night for bed, anyhow.

I'm such a clever Toad.

It is the restrictions placed on vice by our social code which makes its pursuit so peculiarly agreeable.

Brain against brute force - and brain came out on the top - as its bound to do.

We shall creep out quietly into the butler's pantry--" cried the Mole. "--with out pistols and swords and sticks--" shouted ther Rat. "--and rush in upon them," said Badger. "--and whack 'em, and whack 'em, and whack 'em!" cried the Toad in ecstasy, running round and round the room, and jupming over the chairs.

Spring was moving in the air above and in the earth below and around him, penetrating even his dark and lowly little house with its spirit of divine discontent and longing.

Monkeys who very sensibly refrain from speech, lest they should be set to earn their livings.