ItseemsthatafterPolynesiahadleft,Chee-CheehadgrownmorehomesickthaneverfortheDoctorandthelittlehouseinPuddleby. Atlasthehadmadeuphismindthatbyhookorcrookhewouldfollowher. Andoneday,goingdowntotheseashore,hesawalotofpeople,blackandwhite,gettingontoashipthatwascomingtoEngland.Hetriedtogetontoo. Buttheyturnedhimbackanddrovehimaway. Andpresentlyhenoticedawholebigfamilyoffunnypeoplepassingontotheship. AndoneofthechildreninthisfamilyremindedChee-Cheeofacousinofhiswithwhomhehadoncebeeninlove. Sohesaidtohimself,"ThatgirllooksjustasmuchlikeamonkeyasIlooklikeagirl. IfIcouldonlygetsomeclothestowearImighteasilyslipontotheshipamongstthesefamilies,andpeoplewouldtakemeforagirl.Goodidea!" Sohewentofftoatownthatwasquiteclose,andhoppinginthroughanopenwindowhefoundaskirtandbodicelyingonachair. Theybelongedtoafashionableblackladywhowastakingabath.Chee-Cheeputthemon. Nexthewentbacktotheseashore,mingledwiththecrowdthereandatlastsneakedsafelyontothebigship. Thenhethoughthehadbetterhide,forfearpeoplemightlookathimtooclosely. AndhestayedhiddenallthetimetheshipwassailingtoEngland—onlycomingoutatnight,wheneverybodywasasleep,tofindfood. WhenhereachedEnglandandtriedtogetofftheship,thesailorssawatlastthathewasonlyamonkeydressedupingirl'sclothes;andtheywantedtokeephimforapet. Buthemanagedtogivethemtheslip;andoncehewasonshore,hedivedintothecrowdandgotaway. ButhewasstillalongdistancefromPuddlebyandhadtocomerightacrossthewholebreadthofEngland. Hehadaterribletimeofit.Wheneverhepassedthroughatownallthechildrenranafterhiminacrowd,laughing;andoftensillypeoplecaughtholdofhimandtriedtostophim,sothathehadtorunuplamp-postsandclimbtochimney-potstoescapefromthem. Atnightheusedtosleepinditchesorbarnsoranywherehecouldhide;andhelivedontheberrieshepickedfromthehedgesandthecob-nutsthatgrewinthecopses. Atlength,aftermanyadventuresandnarrowsqueaks,hesawthetowerofPuddlebyChurchandheknewthatatlasthewasnearhisoldhome. WhenChee-Cheehadfinishedhisstoryheatesixbananaswithoutstoppinganddrankawholebowlfulofmilk. "My!"hesaid,"whywasn'tIbornwithwings,likePolynesia,soIcouldflyhere? You'venoideahowIgrewtohatethathatandskirt. I'veneverbeensouncomfortableinmylife. AllthewayfromBristolhere,ifthewretchedhatwasn'tfallingoffmyheadorcatchinginthetrees,thosebeastlyskirtsweretrippingmeupandgettingwoundroundeverything. Whatonearthdowomenwearthosethingsfor? Goodness,IwasgladtoseeoldPuddlebythismorningwhenIclimbedoverthehillbyBellaby'sfarm!" "Yourbedontopoftheplate-rackinthesculleryisallreadyforyou,"saidtheDoctor."Weneverhaditdisturbedincaseyoumightcomeback." "Yes,"saidDab-Dab,"andyoucanhavetheoldsmoking-jacketoftheDoctor'swhichyouusedtouseasablanket,incaseitiscoldinthenight." "Thanks,"saidChee-Chee."It'sgoodtobebackintheoldhouseagain. Everything'sjustthesameaswhenIleft—exceptthecleanroller-towelonthebackofthedoorthere—that'snew—Well,IthinkI'llgotobednow.Ineedsleep." ThenweallwentoutofthekitchenintothesculleryandwatchedChee-Cheeclimbtheplate-racklikeasailorgoingupamast. Onthetop,hecurledhimselfup,pulledtheoldsmoking-jacketoverhim,andinaminutehewassnoringpeacefully. "GoodoldChee-Chee!"whisperedtheDoctor."I'mgladhe'sback." "Yes—goodoldChee-Chee!"echoedDab-DabandPolynesia. Thenwealltip-toedoutofthesculleryandclosedthedoorverygentlybehindus. 
