1 The Rat sculled smartly across and made fast.
The Wind in the Willows By Kenneth GrahameContextHighlight In CHAPTER I. THE RIVER BANK 2 Then he untied the painter and took the sculls again.
The Wind in the Willows By Kenneth GrahameContextHighlight In CHAPTER I. THE RIVER BANK 3 They got the boat out, and the Rat took the sculls, paddling with caution.
The Wind in the Willows By Kenneth GrahameContextHighlight In CHAPTER VII. THE PIPER AT THE GATES OF DAWN 4 The Mole flung his sculls back with a flourish, and made a great dig at the water.
The Wind in the Willows By Kenneth GrahameContextHighlight In CHAPTER I. THE RIVER BANK 5 The Water Rat, like the good little fellow he was, sculled steadily on and forebore to disturb him.
The Wind in the Willows By Kenneth GrahameContextHighlight In CHAPTER I. THE RIVER BANK 6 They glided up the creek, and the Mole shipped his sculls as they passed into the shadow of a large boat-house.
The Wind in the Willows By Kenneth GrahameContextHighlight In CHAPTER II. THE OPEN ROAD 7 Rat, who was in the stern of the boat, while Mole sculled, sat up suddenly and listened with a passionate intentness.
The Wind in the Willows By Kenneth GrahameContextHighlight In CHAPTER VII. THE PIPER AT THE GATES OF DAWN 8 "He must be a very nice animal," observed the Mole, as he got into the boat and took the sculls, while the Rat settled himself comfortably in the stern.
The Wind in the Willows By Kenneth GrahameContextHighlight In CHAPTER II. THE OPEN ROAD 9 The afternoon sun was getting low as the Rat sculled gently homewards in a dreamy mood, murmuring poetry-things over to himself, and not paying much attention to Mole.
The Wind in the Willows By Kenneth GrahameContextHighlight In CHAPTER I. THE RIVER BANK 10 Then they got out their boat from the boat-house, sculled down the river home, and at a very late hour sat down to supper in their own cosy riverside parlour, to the Rat's great joy and contentment.
The Wind in the Willows By Kenneth GrahameContextHighlight In CHAPTER II. THE OPEN ROAD 11 He jumped up and seized the sculls, so suddenly, that the Rat, who was gazing out over the water and saying more poetry-things to himself, was taken by surprise and fell backwards off his seat with his legs in the air for the second time, while the triumphant Mole took his place and grabbed the sculls with entire confidence.
The Wind in the Willows By Kenneth GrahameContextHighlight In CHAPTER I. THE RIVER BANK