th Doctor Dolittle and be put on show
in the Land of the White Men.

But he shook both his heads hard and said, "Certainly not!"

They explained to him that he would not be shut up in a menagerie but
would just be looked at. They told him that the Doctor was a very kind
man but hadn't any money; and people would pay to see a two-headed
animal and the Doctor would get rich and could pay for the boat he had
borrowed to come to Africa in.

But he answered, "No. You know how shy I am--I hate being stared at."
And he almost began to cry.

Then for three days they tried to persuade him.

And at the end of the third day he said he would come with them and see
what kind of a man the Doctor was, first.

So the monkeys traveled back with the pushmi-pullyu. And when they
came to where the Doctor's little house of grass was, they knocked on
the door.

The duck, who was packing the trunk, said, "Come in!"

And Chee-Chee very proudly took the animal inside and showed him to the
Doctor.

"What in the world is it?" asked John Dolittle, gazing at the strange
creature.

"Lord save us!" cried the duck. "How does it make up its mind?"

"It doesn't look to me as though it had any," said Jip, the dog.

"This, Doctor," said Chee-Chee, "is the pushmi-pullyu--the rarest
animal of the African jungles, the only two-headed beast in the world!
Take him home with you and your fortune's made. People will pay any
money to see him."

"But I don't want any money," said the Doctor.

"Yes, you do," said Dab-Dab, the duck. "Don't you remember how we had
to pinch and scrape to pay the butcher's bill in Puddleby? And how are
you going to get the sailor the new boat you spoke of--unless we have
the money to buy it?"

"I was going to make him one," said the Doctor.

"Oh, do be sensible!" cried Dab-Dab. "Where would you get all the wood
and the nails to make one with?--And besides, what are we going to live
on? We shall be poorer than ever when we get back. Chee-Chee's
perfectly right: take the funny-looking thing along, do!"

"Well, perhaps there is something in what you say," murmured the
Doctor. "It certainly would make a nice new kind of pet. But does the
er--what-do-you-call-it really want to go abroad?"

"Yes, I'll go," said the pushmi-pullyu who saw at once, from the
Doctor's face, that he was a man to be trusted. "You have been so kind
to the animals here--and the monkeys tell me that I am the only one who
will do.