Animals -- Juvenile fiction; Fantasy literature; Human-animal communication -- Juvenile fiction; Voyages and travels -- Juvenile fiction
“Well that,” said Polynesia, brushing some crumbs off the corner
of the table with her left foot—“that is what you call powers of
observation—noticing the small things about birds and animals: the way
they walk and move their heads and flip their wings; the way they sniff
the air and twitch their whiskers and wiggle their tails. You have to
notice all those little things if you want to learn animal language.
For you see, lots of the animals hardly talk at all with their tongues;
they use their breath or their tails or their feet instead. That is
because many of them, in the olden days when lions and tigers were more
plentiful, were afraid to make a noise for fear the savage creatures
heard them. Birds, of course, didn’t care; for they always had wings to
fly away with. But that is the first thing to remember: being a good
noticer is terribly important in learning animal language.”
“It sounds pretty hard,” I said.
“You’ll have to be very patient,” said Polynesia. “It takes a long
time to say even a few words properly. But if you come here often
I’ll give you a few lessons myself. And once you get started you’ll
be surprised how fast you get on. It would indeed be a good thing if
you could learn. Because then you could do some of the work for the
Doctor—I mean the easier work, like bandaging and giving pills. Yes,
yes, that’s a good idea of mine. ’Twould be a great thing if the poor
man could get some help—and some rest. It is a scandal the way he
works. I see no reason why you shouldn’t be able to help him a great
deal—That is, if you are really interested in animals.”
[Illustration: “‘Being a good noticer is terribly important’”]
“Oh, I’d love that!” I cried. “Do you think the Doctor would let me?”
“Certainly,” said Polynesia—“as soon as you have learned something
about doctoring. I’ll speak of it to him myself—Sh! I hear him coming.
Quick—bring his bacon back on to the table.”
_THE NINTH CHAPTER_
THE GARDEN OF DREAMS
WHEN breakfast was over the Doctor took me out to show me the garden.
Well, if the house had been interesting, the garden was a hundred
times more so. Of all the gardens I have ever seen that was the most
delightful, the most fascinating. At first you did not realize how big
it was. You never seemed to come to the end of it. When at last you
were quite sure that you had seen it all, you would peer over a hedge,
or turn a corner, or look up some steps, and there was a whole new part
you never expected to find.
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