Kenneth Grahame Quotes7 of 47 |
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The smell of buttered toast simply talked toToad, and with no uncertain
voice; talked of warm kitchens, of breakfasts on
bright frosty mornings, of cosy parlour firesides on winter
evenings, when one's ramble was over and slippered
feet were propped on the fender; of the purring of
contented cats, and the twitter of sleepy canaries.
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