Hugh Lofting,
The Voyages of Doctor Dolittle
(1922)
“ I had often wondered, when I had looked in from the front gate, what Doctor Dolittle would be like and what the funny little house would have inside it. But I never imagined it would be anything like this. Yet somehow after I had felt the Doctor's hand upon my arm I was not frightened, only confused. It all seemed like some queer dream; and I was beginning to wonder if I was really awake, when I heard the Doctor speaking again: "My blessed matches are all wet. They won't strike. Have you got any?" ”
