"Doctor Dolittle had now been in the moon for a little over a year. During that time I, as his secretary, had been in charge of his household at PuddlebyontheMarsh. Of course a boy of my age could not take the great man's placenobody could, for that matter. But I did my best.
At the beginning for a few weeks it was not easy. We were all so anxious and worried about John Dolittle. We did not seem to be able to keep our minds on anything but that he was still in the moon and what might be happening to him. So it was in our talking too: no matter what we started to discuss or chat about, our conversation always ended on the same question.
Yet I do not know what I would have done if it had not been for the animals. Ah, those animals of John Dolittle's! DabDab the duck, the careful housekeeper who spent her life looking after otherseven if she did it scolding them most of the time; Jip the dog, brave, generous, happygolucky sportsman, always ready for a good scrap, a good story, a[]"