and him with no way to follow me. But mark my words, I wouldn't
be a bit surprised if he found a way to come--some day. He's a
smart lad, is Chee-Chee."

At this point we arrived at my home. My father's shop was closed
and the shutters were up; but my mother was standing at the door
looking down the street.

"Good evening, Mrs. Stubbins," said the Doctor. "It is my fault
your son is so late. I made him stay to supper while his clothes
were drying. He was soaked to the skin; and so was I. We ran into
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.