one another in the storm and I insisted on his coming into my house for shelter."
"I was beginning to get worried about him," said my mother. "I am thankful to you, Sir, for looking after him so well and bringing him home."
"Don't mention it—don't mention it," said the Doctor. 'We have had a very interesting chat."
"Who might it be that I have the honor of addressing?" asked my mother staring at the gray parrot perched on the Doctor's shoulder.
"Oh, I'm John Dolittle. I dare say your husband will remember me. He made me some very excellent boots about four years ago. They really are splendid," added the Doctor, gazing down at his feet with great satisfaction.
"The Doctor has come to cure my squirrel, Mother," said I. "He knows all about animals."
"Oh, no," said the Doctor, "not all, Stubbins, not all about them by any means."
"It is very kind of you to come so far to look after his pet," said my mother. "Tom is always bringing home strange creatures from the woods and the fields."
"Is he?" said the Doctor. "Perhaps he will grow up to be a naturalist some day. Who knows?"
"Won't you come in?" asked my mother. "The place is a little untidy because I haven't finished
