The storm had made it dark enough outside; but inside the house, with the door closed, it was as black as night.  Then began the most extraordinary noise that I have ever heard.  It sounded like all sorts and kinds of animals and birds calling and squeaking and screeching at the same time.  I could hear things trundling down the stairs and hurrying along passages.  Somewhere in the dark a duck was quacking, a cock was crowing, a dove was cooing, an owl was hooting, a lamb was bleating and Jip was barking.  I felt birds’ wings fluttering and fanning near my face.  Things kept bumping into my legs and nearly upsetting me.  The whole front hall seemed to be filling up with animals.  The noise, together with the roaring of the rain, was tremendous; and I was beginning to grow a little bit scared when I felt the Doctor take hold of my arm and shout into my ear.

“Don’t be alarmed.  Don’t be frightened.  These are just some of my pets.  I’ve been away three months and they are glad to see me home again.  Stand still where you are till I strike a light.  My Gracious, what a storm!—­ Just listen to that thunder!”

So there I stood in the pitch-black dark, while all kinds of animals which I couldn’t see chattered and jostled around me.  It was a curious and a funny feeling.  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?”

“No, I’m afraid I haven’t,” I called back.

“Never mind,” said he.  “Perhaps Dab-Dab can raise us a light somewhere.”

Then the Doctor made some funny clicking noises with his tongue and I heard some one trundle up the stairs again and start moving about in the rooms above.

Then we waited quite a while without anything happening.

“Will the light be long in coming?” I asked.  “Some animal is sitting on my foot and my toes are going to sleep.”

“No, only a minute,” said the Doctor.  “She’ll be back in a minute.”

And just then I saw the first glimmerings of a light around the landing above.  At once all the animals kept quiet.

“I thought you lived alone,” I said to the Doctor.  “So I do,” said he.  “It is Dab-Dab who is bringing the light.”

I looked up the stairs trying to make out who was coming.  I could not see around the landing but I heard the most curious footstep on the upper flight.  It sounded like some one hopping down from one step to the other, as though he were using only one leg.

As the light came lower, it grew brighter and began to throw strange jumping shadows on the walls.