The Voyages of Doctor Doolittle (Illustrated Junior Library)
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and to understand the funny talking antics of the dogs. I used to practise listening to the mice behind the wainscot after I went to bed, and watching the cats on the roofs and pigeons in the market-square of Puddleby. And the days passed very quickly—as they always do when life is pleasant; and the days turned into weeks, and weeks into months; and soon the roses in the Doctor’s garden were losing their petals and yellow leaves lay upon the wide green lawn. For the summer was nearly gone. One
Doctor began to giggle and get so interested that he seemed to forget all about the Court and the judge and everything else. “What a time he takes!” I heard a fat woman in front of me whispering. “He’s only pretending. Of course he can’t do it! Who ever heard of talking to a dog? He must think we’re children.” “Haven’t you finished yet?” the judge asked the Doctor. “It shouldn’t take that long just to ask what I had for supper.” “Oh no, Your Honor,” said the Doctor. “The dog told me that long
have heard a pin drop while the whole court-room, the whole of Puddleby in fact, waited with craning necks and straining cars to hear the weighty words. “Your Honor,” said the little man, “the jury returns a verdict of Not Guilty.” “What’s that mean?” I asked, turning to the Doctor. But I found Doctor John Dolittle, the famous naturalist, standing on top of a chair, dancing about on one leg like a schoolboy. “It means he’s free!” he cried, “Luke is free!” “Then he’ll be able to come on the
these Spaniards— they’re great on gambling—and the trick’s done.” “What’s a side bet?” I asked. “Oh I know what that is,” said Bumpo proudly. “We used to have lots of them at Oxford when boat-racing was on. I go to Don Enrique and say, ‘I bet you a hundred pounds the Doctor wins.’ Then if he does win, Don Enrique pays me a hundred pounds; and if he doesn’t, I have to pay Don Enrique.” “That’s the idea,” said Polynesia. “Only don’t say a hundred pounds: say two-thousand five-hundred pesetas.
Stormy Petrel. Indeed the vast strange knowledge which he had gained from his speech and friendship with animals had brought him the power to do things which no other human being would dare to try. Like the petrel, he could apparently play with the sea in all her moods. It was no wonder that many of the ignorant savage peoples among whom he passed in his voyages made statues of him showing him as half a fish, half a bird, and half a man. And ridiculous though it was, I could quite understand what