“when tired at last, he sat on the bank, while the river still chattered on to him, a babbling procession of the… — Kenneth Grahame Copy Share Image
“the river still chattered on to him, a babbling procession of the best stories in the world, sent from the heart of… — Kenneth Grahame Copy Share Image
The Mole was bewitched, entranced, fascinated. By the side of the river he trotted as one trots, when very small, by the… — Kenneth Grahame Copy Share Image
