1 The weasels will trust entirely to their excellent sentinels.
The Wind in the Willows By Kenneth GrahameContextHighlight In CHAPTER XI. "LIKE SUMMER TEMPESTS CAME HIS TEARS" 2 And, talking of weasels, it's lucky we came upon that little weasel, just as he was setting out with Toad's invitations.
The Wind in the Willows By Kenneth GrahameContextHighlight In CHAPTER XII. THE RETURN OF ULYSSES 3 And, talking of weasels, it's lucky we came upon that little weasel, just as he was setting out with Toad's invitations.
The Wind in the Willows By Kenneth GrahameContextHighlight In CHAPTER XII. THE RETURN OF ULYSSES 4 I thought, on the whole, they had had licking enough for one night, and the weasels, when I put the point to them, quite agreed with me, and said they wouldn't think of troubling me.
The Wind in the Willows By Kenneth GrahameContextHighlight In CHAPTER XII. THE RETURN OF ULYSSES 5 Through the broken windows the shrieks of terrified weasels escaping across the lawn were borne faintly to their ears; on the floor lay prostrate some dozen or so of the enemy, on whom the Mole was busily engaged in fitting handcuffs.
The Wind in the Willows By Kenneth GrahameContextHighlight In CHAPTER XII. THE RETURN OF ULYSSES 6 The idea pleased him mightily, and he worked very hard and got all the letters finished by noon, at which hour it was reported to him that there was a small and rather bedraggled weasel at the door, inquiring timidly whether he could be of any service to the gentlemen.
The Wind in the Willows By Kenneth GrahameContextHighlight In CHAPTER XII. THE RETURN OF ULYSSES 7 They were but four in all, but to the panic-stricken weasels the hall seemed full of monstrous animals, grey, black, brown and yellow, whooping and flourishing enormous cudgels; and they broke and fled with squeals of terror and dismay, this way and that, through the windows, up the chimney, anywhere to get out of reach of those terrible sticks.
The Wind in the Willows By Kenneth GrahameContextHighlight In CHAPTER XII. THE RETURN OF ULYSSES 8 He patted him on the head, shoved the bundle of invitations into his paw, and told him to cut along quick and deliver them as fast as he could, and if he liked to come back again in the evening, perhaps there might be a shilling for him, or, again, perhaps there mightn't; and the poor weasel seemed really quite grateful, and hurried off eagerly to do his mission.
The Wind in the Willows By Kenneth GrahameContextHighlight In CHAPTER XII. THE RETURN OF ULYSSES