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And I suppose they've often talked about us in the town since," said Jip "wondering whether we're dead or alive." "Cease," said Bumpo, "I feel I am about to weep from sediment." WELL, you can guess how glad we were when next morning the Doctor, after his all-night conversation with the snail, told us that he had made up his mind to take the holiday.
Jip can protect me a great deal better than Miss Murdstone, can't you, Jip, dear? He only winked lazily, when she kissed his ball of a head. 'Papa calls her my confidential friend, but I am sure she is no such thing is she, Jip?
All the eyes that were open brightened when Jip and his master came in, and several thin hands were outstretched to meet them. "I've been good, Doctor, let me pat him first," cried one childish voice. "Did you bring me a flower, please?" asked another feeble one.
At last he came out; and then I saw my own Dora hang up the bird-cage, and peep into the balcony to look for me, and run in again when she saw I was there, while Jip remained behind, to bark injuriously at an immense butcher's dog in the street, who could have taken him like a pill.
Then they run the ship their own way and take it where they want. That's what you call a mutiny." "Yes," said Jip, "and we ought to do something pretty quick. We can't reach the Capa Blancas before the day after to-morrow at best. I don't like to leave the Doctor alone with him for a minute. He smells like a very bad man to me." "Well, I've got it all worked out," said Polynesia.
How fond we were of one another, when she did come out at last; and what a state of bliss I was in, when we took Jip out of the plate-warmer, and restored him to the light, sneezing very much, and were all three reunited! 'My dearest Dora! Now, indeed, my own for ever! 'Oh, DON'T! pleaded Dora. 'Please! 'Are you not my own for ever, Dora?
The dog, Jip, came rushing out and started jumping up on him and barking with happiness. The rain was splashing down heavier than ever. "Are you Doctor Dolittle?" I shouted as we sped up the short garden-path to the house. "Yes, I'm Doctor Dolittle," said he, opening the front door with the same bunch of keys. "Get in! Don't bother about wiping your feet. Never mind the mud. Take it in with you.
First of all, she would bring out the immense account-book, and lay it down upon the table, with a deep sigh. Then she would open it at the place where Jip had made it illegible last night, and call Jip up, to look at his misdeeds. This would occasion a diversion in Jip's favour, and some inking of his nose, perhaps, as a penalty.
'Oh, thank you, Mr. Copperfield! What dear flowers! said Dora. She was too bewildering. To see her lay the flowers against her little dimpled chin, was to lose all presence of mind and power of language in a feeble ecstasy. I wonder I didn't say, 'Kill me, if you have a heart, Miss Mills. Let me die here! Then Dora held my flowers to Jip to smell. Then Jip growled, and wouldn't smell them.
"Sounds to me like a gate creaking," said the Doctor. "Maybe it's Luke's door, only we can't see the door from here; it's on the far side of the shack." "I hope Bob isn't sick," said Jip; and he let out a bark to see if that would call him. But the only answer he got was the wailing of the wind across the wide, salt fen. We hurried forward, all three of us thinking hard.
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