094. THE MOLE AND HER DAM. The young mole snuffed up her nose, and told her dam she smelt an odd kind of a smell. By-and-by, “O strange!” says she; “what a noise there is in my ears, as if ten thousand paper-mills were going.” A little after she was at it again: “Look, look, what is that I see yonder? It is just like the flame of a fiery furnace.”
To whom the dam replied, “Prithee, child, hold your idle tongue: and if you would have us allow you any sense at all, do not affect to shew more than Nature has given you.” [more info]
To whom the dam replied, “Prithee, child, hold your idle tongue: and if you would have us allow you any sense at all, do not affect to shew more than Nature has given you.” [more info]
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