"There is a great black thing here," said he, "I cannot tell what to make
of him at all; it turns round, and round, and round, and dashes the water
about, making a fine splash." (This was the water-wheel.)

"It looks very ugly indeed," said Velvet-paw, "and makes my head giddy to
look at it; let us go away. I want to find out what these two big stones
are doing," said she; "they keep rubbing against one another, and making a
great noise."

"There is nothing so wonderful in two big stones, my dear," said Nimble;
"I have seen plenty bigger than these in Stony Lake."

"But they did not move about as these do; and only look here at the white
stuff that is running down all the time into this great box. Well, we
shall not want for food for the rest of our lives; I wish poor Silvy were
with us to share in our good luck."

They saw a great many other strange things in the mill, and they thought
that the miller was a very funny-looking creature; but as they fancied
that he was grinding the wheat into flour for them, they were not much
afraid of him; they were more troubled at the sight of a black dog, which
spied them out as they sat on the beams of the mill, and ran about in a
great rage, barking at them in a frightful way, and never left off till
the miller went out of the mill, when he went away with his master, and
did not return till the next day; but whenever he saw the grey squirrels,
this little dog, whose name was "Pinch," was sure to set up his ears and
tail, and snap and bark, showing all his sharp white teeth in a very
savage manner.

Not far from the mill was another building: this was the house the miller