. The story of Doctor Dolittle, being the history of his peculiar life at home and astonishing adventures in foreign parts . the owl. But when they do,their long hair makes quite a different . Sh! Make that fidgety pig keep all hold your breath a moment so I canlisten well. This is very difficult, what Im do-ing now—and the pesky door is so thick! Sh!Everybody quite still—shut your eyes and dontbreathe. Too-Too leaned down and listened again veryhard and long. At last he looked up into the Doctors face andsaid, The man in there is unhappy. He has taken care not to bl
. The story of Doctor Dolittle, being the history of his peculiar life at home and astonishing adventures in foreign parts . the owl. But when they do,their long hair makes quite a different . Sh! Make that fidgety pig keep all hold your breath a moment so I canlisten well. This is very difficult, what Im do-ing now—and the pesky door is so thick! Sh!Everybody quite still—shut your eyes and dontbreathe. Too-Too leaned down and listened again veryhard and long. At last he looked up into the Doctors face andsaid, The man in there is unhappy. He has taken care not to blubber or sniffle, lestwe should find out that he is crying. But Iheard—quite distinctly—the sound of a tear fall-ing on his sleeve. How do you know it wasnt a drop of water Too-Too, the Listener 139 falling off the ceiling on him? asked Gub-Gub. Pshaw!—Such ignorance! sniffed drop of water falling off the ceiling wouldhave made ten times as much noise! Well, said the Doctor, if the poor fellowsunhappy, weve got to get in and see whats thematter with him. Find me an axe, and Ill chopthe door THE SEVENTEENTH CHAPTER THE OCEAN GOSSIPS IGHT away an axe was the Doctor soon chopped ahole in the door big enough toclamber through. At first he could see nothingat all, it was so dark inside. Sohe struck a match. The room was quite small; no window; theceiling, low. For furniture there was only onelittle stool. All round the room big barrelsstood against the walls, fastened at the bottomso they wouldnt tumble with the rolling of theship; and above the barrels, pewter jugs of allsizes hung from wooden pegs. There was astrong, winey smell. And in the middle of thefloor sat a little boy, about eight years old, cry-ing bitterly. I declare, it is the pirates rum-room! said Jip in a whisper. 141 142 The Story of Doctor Dolittle Yes. Very rum! said Gub-Gub. Thesmell makes me giddy. The little boy seemed rather frightened tofind a man standing there before him
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