Even when the Doctor had filled the old
money-box on the dresser-shelf, he still had a
lot of money left; and he had to get three more
money-boxes, just as big, to put the rest in.
"Money," he said, "is a terrible nuisance.
But it's nice not to have to worry."
"Yes," said Dab-Dab, who was toasting
muffins for his tea, "it is indeed!"
And when the Winter came again, and the
snow flew against the kitchen-window, the Doctor
and his animals would sit round the big,
warm fire after supper; and he would read aloud
to them out of his books.
But far away in Africa, where the monkeys
chattered in the palm-trees before they went to
bed under the big yellow moon, they would say
to one another,
"I wonder what The Good Man's doing now
--over there, in the Land of the White Men!
Do you think he ever will come back?"
And Polynesia would squeak out from the vines,
"I think he will--I guess he will--I hope he will!"
And then the crocodile would grunt up at
them from the black mud of the river,
"I'm SURE he will--Go to sleep!"
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