Suppose I'd taken a knock like that, Dodo, I'd be glad of friendliness from someone.
Dodo; he's too—not pugilistic—the other one with a pug-naceous.
I want to enjoy things, Dodo, and you can't do that when everybody's on the hate.
It's something to do with Dawker, Dodo, and that man with him.
If I stay with you, I'd try to be good, and not be cross to Dodo, and so on.
Why, Eva, you've really taken such a fancy to Dodo, that I shall be jealous.
The last time we were there, Dodo and I, I found two old rotten apples.
Because, if you refuse, and Dodo refuses, the whole thing will be spoilt.
“Then we have had this long run for nothing,” complained the Dodo, breathlessly.
“A glass bun and a bath of milk, please,” prompted the Dodo.