"It must be the grandfather of them all!" Jolly Robin cried. And laying hold of the worm himself, he pulled with her.
Somehow there seemed a great commo[p. 51]tion in the loose dirt at their feet, as they struggled to get the worm out of its hiding-place. And at last, to their great delight, they felt it—saw it—coming.
Then a shower of dirt flew into their faces and both Jolly Robin and his wife tumbled over backward.
It was no worm that Mrs. Robin had found, but Grandfather Mole's hairless tail sticking out of the ground. Together they had dragged him to the surface.
And if Mrs. Robin hadn't found the grandfather of all angleworms, at least she had found Grandfather Mole.
And she had given him a surprise, too.