Talkingitover，youknow——whatroutewe’retakingthisyear，andwherewe’llstop，andsoon。That’shalfthefun！’
`Fun？’saidtheRat；`nowthat’sjustwhatIdon’tunderstand。
Ifyou’veGOTtoleavethispleasantplace，andyourfriendswhowillmissyou，andyoursnughomesthatyou’vejustsettledinto，why，whenthehourstrikesI’venodoubtyou’llgobravely，andfaceallthetroubleanddiscomfortandchangeandnewness，andmakebelievethatyou’renotveryunhappy。Buttowanttotalkaboutit，oreventhinkaboutit，tillyoureallyneed————’
`No，youdon’tunderstand，naturally，’saidthesecondswallow。
`First，wefeelitstirringwithinus，asweetunrest；thenbackcometherecollectionsonebyone，likehomingpigeons。Theyflutterthroughourdreamsatnight，theyflywithusinourwheelingsandcirclingsbyday。Wehungertoinquireofeachother，tocomparenotesandassureourselvesthatitwasallreallytrue，asonebyonethescentsandsoundsandnamesoflong-forgottenplacescomegraduallybackandbeckontous。’