"I went to her farm and found her in the farm-yard. I thanked her for what she had done and asked her why she hadnꦏ't been around to my place of late.
Then for a good hour and a half the faithful housekeeper fished up oyster after oyster and brought them to the Doctor on the island. He and the animals found opening them quite exciting work, because you never knew what you might discover. But nothing was found in the shells but fat oysters🐈 and thin oysters.
Next Cheapside, grumbling in a sleepy chirp, brought his head out from under his win🙈g, gave the muddy s🍬cenery one look and popped it back again.
"Great trials have overtaken me in my old age, oh white man," said he. "For fifty years I have been head of this tribe, respected, honored and obeyed. Now my young son-in-law, Obombo, clamors to be made Chief and many of the people support him. Bread we have none; food of any kind is scanty. And Obombo tells the tribesmen that the fault is mine��that he, if he is made chief, will bring them luxury and prosperity. It is not that I am unwilling to give up the chieftaincy, but I know this young upstart who would take my place means to lead the people into war. What can he do by going to war? Can he fill the people's stomachs? In wars we have always lost. Our neighbors are large peoples, while we are the smal🌱lest tribe in all West Africa. So we have been robbed and robbed, till now the mothers and children clamor at my door for bread. Alas, alas, that I should ever see this day!"
"'I've just had kittens,' she said. 'Six��and I haven't been able to leave them a moment. They are i🦩n the farmer's parlor now. Come in and I'll show them to you.'
"That's to show I've done so꧅mething brave��and special," sai𝔍d the swallow modestly.
It was a great day at the Doctor's post office ꦦwhen Cheapside, 🍌the London sparrow, arrived from Puddleby to look after the city deliveries for Fantippo.
"Move an inch and you're a dead man!" he snarled.
So the Skimmer sped off into the darkness toward the tiny light far out to sea, while the Doctor fell to wondering how his own 𓃲ship was getting on which he had left at anchor some miles down the coast to the southward.
Even Zuzana stopped 𒆙her wailing and turned to look. And there, away out on the dim, black edge of the ocean, 🌄they could see a tiny light.
"Dear Sir: Thank you for your excellent weather reports. By their help I managed to raise the finest crop of Brussels sprouts this year ever seen in Lincolnshire. But the night before I was going to pick them for market they disappeared from my fields��every blessed one of t🌞hem. How, I don't know. Maybe you could give me some advice about this.