But the rat was in no hurry. He began imitating Wilbur's voice.
"So it's 'Hurry up, Templeton,' is it?" He said.
"Ho, ho. And what thanks do I ever get for these services, I would like to know?
Never a kind word for old Templeton,
only abuse and wisecracks and side remarks.
Never a kind word for a rat."
"Templeton," said Wilbur in desperation,
"if you don't stop talking and get busy,
all will be lost, and I will die of a broken heart. Please climb up!"
Templeton lay back in the straw.
Lazily he placed his forepaws behind his head and crossed his knees, in an attitude of complete relaxation.
"Die of a broken heart," he mimicked.
"How touching! My, my!
I notice that it's always me you come to when in trouble.
But I've never heard of anyone's heart breaking on my account. Oh, no.
Who cares anything about old Templeton?"