"Than timber this cork is better by half,
Examine likewise my elegant calf.
Ritooral looral——"
"I will have that window closed," cried Mole.
He arose, forgetting in his haste that he was minus one leg, and down he rolled.
The artificial limb-maker lunged after him, and succeeded with infinite difficulty in getting him on to his feet again.
"Dear, dear!" said Mr. Mole. "No matter, I can manage it."
He picked up the nearest object to hand, and hurled it out of window.
CHAPTER LXV.
HOW THE ORPHAN BECAME POSSESSED OF A FLUTE.