swallows in that chimney, it means that there hasnât been a fire built in the house in a long time. And that means that nobody lives there. Letâs get inside.â
Bang, bangâbingle BOOM! went the thunder. And the animals made a rush for the door and got inside just as the rain came down with a swish and a rattle.
Bang, bang â bingle BOOM !
There was only one room in the house, and in it were two chairs and a table and an empty barrel and a pile of old newspapers. Opposite the door was a big fire-place, and beside the fire-place was a neat pile of firewood. But everything was very dusty. Nobody had lived in the house in a long time.
Outside, the rain was coming down in torrents, and the thunder and lightning were very bad indeed. But the animals were happy because they were dry. Only the mice, Eeek and Quik and Eeny and Cousin Augustus, were rather frightened, and at the first really sharp flash of lightning they dived down an old mouse hole by the fire-place and didnât come up until the storm was over.
After the thunder and lightning had gone farther away again, and the rain had settled down to a good, steady, all-night pour, Robert said: âItâs getting cold. I wish Mr. Bean was here to build us a fire.â
âThere are some matches up here,â said Charles, the rooster, who had perched on the mantel over the fire-place.
âI believe I could build one myself,â said Robert. âIâve seen him do it often enough. Chuck down a couple matches, Charles.â
âAnd what about all those swallows in the chimney?â asked Henrietta. âI suppose you never thought about them!â
âWeâll invite âem to come down and sit around the fire with us,â said Robert. He called up to the swallows and invited them down, and pretty soon they began dropping down in twos and threes. They circled round the room, and then took their places in rows along the walls, for swallows donât perch as other birds do, holding on by their claws,âthey hang themselves up by the little hooks they have on the tops of their wings. There were so many of them that the log walls were covered with them, and they looked like a beautiful, shining black tapestry.
Then Robert built the fire with newspapers and wood, and he held a match between his teeth and scratched it on the floor and dropped it on the papers. He singed his nose before he got through, but at last he got the papers to burning. Then all the animals had to squat down on the hearth and blow the fire to make it go, because he hadnât built it very well. But at last it burned up brightly, and then they all sat round and talked.
âIâd like to know who lived in this house,â said Charles.
âNobody knows,â said the oldest swallow, who was hanging just over the door. And all the other swallows said: âThatâs so,â and rustled their wings.
âNobody lived here in my grandfatherâs time,â said the oldest swallow.
âThatâs so,â said the other swallows again.
âAnd nobody lived here in my great-grandfatherâs time.â
âThatâs so.â
âAnd nobody lived here in my great-great-grandfatherâs time.â
âThatâs so.â
âAnd nobodyâââ
âExcuse me,â said Robert politely, âbut I donât think you need go any farther back. Donât people ever come here at all?â
âOnce in a whileââ the swallow began slowly. Before he could go on, the youngest swallow piped up: âThatâs so.â
The oldest swallow glared at him crossly, and his mother spanked him soundly for speaking out of turn. For it is a custom among the swallows for the oldest and wisest one to do all the talking, and for the others to say: âThatâs soâ when he has finished. They do this because there are so many of them, and if they all talked at once in their little