Rat put the tuna and biscuits on the table.
"I can't wait to eat!" said Rat.
He busily piled wood in the stove.
"I remember now," said Mole, jumping up.
Mole opened a bottom cupboard.
"I left some sausage in here!" said Mole.
Rat set a frying pan on the stove.
"Put that right here, Moly!" said Rat, grinning.
Mole put the sausage in the pan.
"How did you get such a nice place?" asked Rat.
"Well, my aunt left me the house," said Mole.
"Wonderful!" cried Rat.
"And I got my plants from the swamp," said Mole.
"Very nice," said Rat.
"And I bought the pictures myself," said Mole.
Mole set the table as he talked.
Rat brought the frying pan to the table.
"And your glass ball?" asked Rat.
"Someone threw that out," grinned Mole.
"Can you believe it?"
"Well, you know what they say," said Rat.
"One person's trash . . . "
"Is another person's treasure!" laughed Mole.
They heard a noise outside.
"Who's that?" asked Rat.
Mole listened and heard tiny voices at his door.
"I think it's the field mice," said Mole happily.
"They sing carols at this time of year."
"Well, let me see them!" shouted Rat.
He jumped up and ran to the door.
Rat's cheerfulness made Mole smile.