It had been a bad day for nerves, and Mr.Bushy, as the boys called him, found it impossible to keep his tail in one position for more than one second at a time.

It was in vain that his more sedate and self-controlled partner in life remonstrated with him and urged a more philosophic mind.
"It's all very well for you, my dear," Mr.Bushy was saying, rather crossly I am afraid, "to urge a philosophic mind, but if you had the responsibility of the family upon you--Goodness gracious! Owls and weasels! What in all the woods is that ?" "Can't be the wolves," said Mrs.Bushy, placidly, "it's too early for them." "Might have known," replied her husband, quite crossly; "of course it's those boys.

I wonder why they let them out of school at all.

Why can't they keep them in where it is warm?
It always seems to me a very silly thing anyway, for them to keep rushing out of their hole in that stupid fashion.

What they do in there I am sure I don't know.