"Agreed!" he cried. "And I'll have[p. 119] them ready for you at midnight regularly."
"Midnight!" Mr. Blackbird repeated after him, in great surprise. "Nothing was said about 'midnight!'"
"That's so!" Grandfather Mole admitted. "It was one o'clock in the morning." And in spite of everything Mr. Blackbird said, Grandfather Mole wouldn't change the time. Everybody knew that he was very stubborn.
"A hundred angleworms in the middle of the night wouldn't do me any good," Mr. Blackbird complained. "I'm always asleep at that time."
"You'd better change your habits," Grandfather Mole replied. "You ought to be glad to change your hours for sleep, if it would make things easier for you."
Now that was very like the sort of remark that Mr. Blackbird himself had[p. 120] once made to Grandfather Mole. But coming from Grandfather Mole the suggestion did not please him. He even lost his temper. And he told Grandfather Mole that he was the queerest person in all Pleasant Valley.
But that speech did not trouble Grandfather Mole.
"It's everybody else that's queer—and not I!" he declared.
THE END