"You affirm," Whiskerandos would exclaim, "that you came over from Normandy in 1066, and we from Hanover in 1714, and that nothing was ever heard of us before that time. I affirm that it is a calumny, a base calumny! We came from Persia, from the land of the East; an army of us swam across the Volga, driven by an earthquake from our own country. Depend upon it, we were known there in ancient times, and went over Xerxes' great bridge of boats, and nibbled at his tent-ropes and gnawed his cheese while he fought with the Greeks at Thermopylae." "After all," thought I-- I did not say it aloud, for the great weakness of Whiskerandos was his pride of birth, his anxiety to be thought of an ancient family-- "the great matter is not whether our ancestors do honour to us, but whether by our conduct we do not disgrace our ancestors." CHAPTER V. HOW BOB MET WITH AN ADVENTURE. I was often puzzled by the conduct of Bob; that was to be expected, seeing that I was a young and ignorant rat, quite inexperienced in the doings of man. Once or twice Bob had brought to the shed things which he could not eat and did not wear. I could neither imagine where he had got them, what he intended to do with them, nor what possible use he could make of them. He seemed inclined to hide them; and once, when he was showing to Billy a red handkerchief covered with white spots (though the weather was bitterly cold, he never attempted to tie it round his neck), the little boy looked up gravely into his face and said, "Oh, Bob, arn't you afeard?" "What am I to do; we can't starve, Billy." He looked so wan and so woe-begone, as he bent over the little lame child, that it seemed to me that never was a creature so wretched as that desolate boy. The next morning he took away the handkerchief, and in the evening he brought home bread. Once when he returned, the snow was fast falling, drifting through the roof, and in at the door, till Billy could scarcely find a clear spot on which to rest his languid little frame. He was always on the look-out for his brother, as soon as the sky began to darken. Well might he watch on that day, for he had not broken his fast since the evening before; and his lips were blue with hunger and cold, and he was lonely, very lonely, in the shed. Presently Bob came hastily in; we had not heard his step on the soft snow. The flakes were resting on his rags and whitening his hair, as he threw himself down by his brother. "Oh! Billy!" he exclaimed, and burst into tears. "What have you got?" cried the little one joyfully. "A big loaf!" and he tore it asunder in his eager haste, and ate like a famished creature. "And see this!" said Bob; and he wrapped round the shivering child a warm cloak which he had carried on his arm. Billy opened his eyes with an expression of astonishment, which brightened into joy as he felt the unwonted warmth. "Oh! Bob!" he exclaimed, with his mouth full of bread; "where did you get this? Did you steal it?"