...So the Dormouse stood impatiently tapping his boots till the Mole should be ready.
The Dormouse was dressed in the height of fashion, and thought himself a rather handsome fellow. Some people said that he was conceited, and indeed a Spider that was near at hand plainly told him so; but, whether this was true or not, there is no doubt that he was a very kind little fellow, because he came to lead his poor blind cousin to the feast.
From The Butterfly's Ball, by William Roscoe
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