“"Oh, what a sweet little doggie!" Mrs Baker cried out. "Is ooh hungwy, then?" She gave Waif the rest of the cake she was eating. Waif took it politely, ate it in one gulp and continued to beg. Mrs Baker gave her a whole cake from the plate. This caused Waif to beg more soulfully than ever.
"I'm disgusted," Charmain told Waif.”

— Diana Wynne Jones

Source: Castle Series, House of Many Ways (2008), p. 99.

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English children's fantasy writer 1934–2011

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