Davy Jones

“The golden age of Parisian smiles nurtured, and was nurtured by, the rise of dentistry as a vocation,” writes Jones.

Davy looked around and saw an old man coming toward them across the lawn.

Now, it immediately occurred to Davy that he had never in his whole life had all the plums he wanted at any one time.

He was the strangest-looking creature Davy had ever seen, not even excepting the Goblin.

Mr. Jones swung round a large iron key he held in his hand, and light dawned upon him.

"I verily believe they're gone to look at my button," cried Davy, beginning to laugh, in spite of his fears.