As Mr. Meadow Mouse murmured, "Thank you!" he looked up at the sky[p. 64] with a knowing eye. He could see signs there. But of course Grandfather Mole had never seen the sky in all his life.
"The very next time it rains!" Mr. Meadow Mouse repeated, as if he wanted to be sure there was no misunderstanding about it.
"Certainly! Certainly!" Grandfather Mole said. "And as I've remarked before, I'd be glad to let you come under the sunshade now, beside me, if there was only room enough for both of us."
"You needn't trouble yourself," Mr. Meadow Mouse told him. And once more he scanned the sky eagerly.
"What's that?" Grandfather Mole cried suddenly, as he started up in alarm. "What struck the top of my sunshade?"
"I don't know," said Mr. Meadow Mouse. "I don't know what it was, unless it was a rain-drop."