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and the glory were entirely the dragon's。 But they didn't mind that察being
good fellows察and the dragon was not in the least proud or forgetful。 On
the contrary察every ten minutes or so he leant over towards the Boy and
said impressively此 Look here you WILL see me home afterwards察
won't you拭─ And the Boy always nodded察though he had promised his
mother not to be out late。
At last the banquet was over察the guests had dropped away with many
good´nights and congratulations and invitations察and the dragon察who had
seen the last of them off the premises察emerged into the street followed by
the Boy察 wiped his brow察 sighed察 sat down in the road and gazed at the
stars。 ;Jolly night it's been ─ he murmured。 ;Jolly stars Jolly little
place this Think I shall just stop here。 Don't feel like climbing up any
beastly hill。 Boy's promised to see me home。 Boy had better do it then
No responsibility on my part。 Responsibility all Boy's ─ And his chin
sank on his broad chest and he slumbered peacefully。
;Oh察 GET up察 dragon察─ cried the Boy察 piteously。 ;You KNEW my
mother's sitting up察and I'm so tired察and you made me promise to see you
home察and I never knew what it meant or I wouldn't have done it ─ And
the Boy sat down in the road by the side of the sleeping dragon察and cried。
The door behind them opened察 a stream of light illumined the road察
and St。 George察who had come out for a stroll in the cool night´air察caught
sight of the two figures sitting therethe great motionless dragon and the
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tearful little Boy。
;What's the matter察Boy拭─he inquired kindly察stepping to his side。
;Oh察 it's this great lumbering PIG of a dragon ─ sobbed the Boy。
;First he makes me promise to see him home察and then he says I'd better
do it察and goes to sleep Might as well try to see a HAYSTACK home
And I'm so tired察and mother's; here he broke down again。
;Now don't take on察─ said St。 George。 ;I'll stand by you察 and we'll
BOTH see him home。 Wake up察 dragon ─ he said sharply察 shaking the
beast by the elbow。
The dragon looked up sleepily。 ;What a night察 George ─ he
murmured察 what a;
;Now look here察 dragon察─ said the Saint察 firmly。 ;Here's this little
fellow waiting to see you home察and you KNOW he ought to have been in
bed these two hours察 and what his mother'll say _I_ don't know察 and
anybody but a selfish pig would have MADE him go to bed long ago;
;And he SHALL go to bed ─ cried the dragon察 starting up。 ;Poor
little chap察only fancy his being up at this hour It's a shame察that's what
it is察and I don't think察St。 George察you've been very consideratebut come
along at once察and don't let us have any more arguing or shilly´shallying。
You give me hold of your hand察Boythank you察George察an arm up the
hill is just what I wanted ─
So they set off up the hill arm´in´arm察the Saint察the Dragon察and the
Boy。 The lights in the little village began to go out察but there were stars察
and a late moon察as they climbed to the Downs together。 And察as they
turned the last corner and disappeared from view察snatches of an old song
were borne back on the night´breeze。 I can't be certain which of them
was singing察but I THINK it was the Dragon
;Here we are at your gate察─said the man察abruptly察laying his hand on
it。 ;Good´night。 Cut along in sharp察or you'll catch it ─
Could it really be our own gate拭 Yes察there it was察sure enough察with
the familiar marks on its bottom bar made by our feet when we swung on
it。
;Oh察but wait a minute ─cried Charlotte。 ;I want to know a heap of
things。 Did the dragon really settle down拭 And did;
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;There isn't any more of that story察─said the man察kindly but firmly。
;At least察not to´night。 Now be off Good´bye ─
;Wonder if it's all true拭─ said Charlotte察 as we hurried up the path。
;Sounded dreadfully like nonsense察in parts ─
;P'raps its true for all that察─I replied encouragingly。
Charlotte bolted in like a rabbit察 out of the cold and the dark察 but I
lingered a moment in the still察 frosty air察 for a backward glance at the
silent white world without察 ere I changed it for the land of firelight and
cushions and laughter。 It was the day for choir´practice察and carol´time
was at hand察and a belated member was passing homewards down the road察
singing as he went此
;Then St。 George此 ee made rev'rence此 in the stable so dim察 Oo
vanquished the dragon此 so fearful and grim。 So´o grim此 and so´o fierce此
that now may we say All peaceful is our wakin'此on Chri´istmas Day ─
The singer receded察the carol died away。 But I wondered察with my
hand on the door´latch察 whether that was the song察 or something like it察
that the dragon sang as he toddled contentedly up the hill。
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A DEPARTURE
It is a very fine thing to be a real Prince。 There are points about a
Pirate Chief察and to succeed to the Captaincy of a Robber Band is a truly
magnificent thing。 But to be an Heir has also about it something
extremely captivating。 Not only a long´lost heiran heir of the
melodrama察 strutting into your hitherto unsuspected kingdom at just the
right moment察loaded up with the consciousness of unguessed merit and of
rights so long feloniously withheldbut even to be a common humdrum
domestic heir is a profession to which few would refuse to be apprenticed。
To step from leading´strings and restrictions and one glass of port after
dinner察into property and liberty and due appreciation察saved up察polished
and varnished察 dusted and laid in lavender察 all expressly for youwhy察
even the Princedom and the Robber Captaincy察when their anxieties and
responsibilities are considered察have hardly more to offer。 And so it will
continue to be a problem察to the youth in whom ambition struggles with a
certain sensuous appreciation of life's side´dishes察whether the career he is
called upon to select out of the glittering knick´knacks that strew the
counter had better be that of an heir or an engine´driver。
In the case of eldest sons察this problem has a way of solving itself。 In
childhood察however察the actual heirship is apt to work on the principle of
the ;Borough´English; of our happier ancestors察 and in most cases of
inheritance it is the youngest that succeeds。 Where the ;res; is ;angusta察─
and the weekly books are simply a series of stiff hurdles at each of which
in succession the paternal legs falter with growing suspicion of their
powers to clear the flight察it is in the affair of CLOTHES that the right of
succession tells察and ;the hard heir strides about the land; in trousers long
ago framed for fraternal limbsfrondes novas et non sua poma。 A bitter
thing indeed Of those pretty silken threads that knit humanity together察
high and low察past and present察none is tougher察more pervading察or more
iridescent察than the honest察simple pleasure of new clothes。
It tugs at the man as it tugs at the woman察the smirk of the well´fitted
prince is no different from the smirk of the Sunday´ clad peasant察and the
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veins of the elders tingle with the same thrill that sets their fresh´frocked
grandchildren skipping。 Never trust people who pretend that they have
no joy in their new clothes。
Let not our souls be wrung察however察at contemplation of the luckless
urchin cut off by parental penury from the rapture of new clothes。 Just as
the heroes o