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“
He
’
s
quite
right
,
father
,
”
said
the
sensible
mother
.
“
As
he
says
,
dragons
is
his
line
and
not
ours
.
He
’
s
wonderful
knowing
about
book
-
beasts
,
as
every
one
allows
.
And
to
tell
the
truth
,
I
’
m
not
half
happy
in
my
own
mind
,
thinking
of
that
poor
animal
lying
alone
up
there
,
without
a
bit
o
’
hot
supper
or
anyone
to
change
the
news
with
;
and
maybe
we
’
ll
be
able
to
do
something
for
him
;
and
if
he
ain
’
t
quite
respectable
our
Boy
’
ll
find
it
out
quick
enough
.
He
’
s
got
a
pleasant
sort
o
’
way
with
him
that
makes
everybody
tell
him
everything
.
”
Next
day
,
after
he
’
d
had
his
tea
,
the
Boy
strolled
up
the
chalky
track
that
led
to
the
summit
of
the
Downs
;
and
there
,
sure
enough
,
he
found
the
dragon
,
stretched
lazily
on
the
sward
in
front
of
his
cave
.
The
view
from
that
point
was
a
magnificent
one
.
To
the
right
and
left
,
the
bare
and
billowy
leagues
of
Downs
;
in
front
,
the
vale
,
with
its
clustered
homesteads
,
its
threads
of
white
roads
running
through
orchards
and
well
-
tilled
acreage
,
and
,
far
away
,
a
hint
of
grey
old
cities
on
the
horizon
.
A
cool
breeze
played
over
the
surface
of
the
grass
and
the
silver
shoulder
of
a
large
moon
was
showing
above
distant
junipers
.
No
wonder
the
dragon
seemed
in
a
peaceful
and
contented
mood
;
indeed
,
as
the
Boy
approached
he
could
hear
the
beast
purring
with
a
happy
regularity
.
“
Well
,
we
live
and
learn
!
”
he
said
to
himself
.
“
None
of
my
books
ever
told
me
that
dragons
purred
!
”
“
Hullo
,
dragon
!
”
said
the
Boy
,
quietly
,
when
he
had
got
up
to
him
.
The
dragon
,
on
hearing
the
approaching
footsteps
,
made
the
beginning
of
a
courteous
effort
to
rise
.
But
when
he
saw
it
was
a
Boy
,
he
set
his
eyebrows
severely
.
“
Now
don
’
t
you
hit
me
,
”
he
said
;
“
or
bung
stones
,
or
squirt
water
,
or
anything
.
I
won
’
t
have
it
,
I
tell
you
!
”
“
Not
goin
’
to
hit
you
,
”
said
the
Boy
wearily
,
dropping
on
the
grass
beside
the
beast
:
“
and
don
’
t
,
for
goodness
’
sake
,
keep
on
saying
'
Don
’
t
;
’
I
hear
so
much
of
it
,
and
it
’
s
monotonous
,
and
makes
me
tired
.
I
’
ve
simply
looked
in
to
ask
you
how
you
were
and
all
that
sort
of
thing
;
but
if
I
’
m
in
the
way
I
can
easily
clear
out
.
I
’
ve
lots
of
friends
,
and
no
one
can
say
I
’
m
in
the
habit
of
shoving
myself
in
where
I
’
m
not
wanted
!
”
“
No
,
no
,
don
’
t
go
off
in
a
huff
,
”
said
the
dragon
,
hastily
;
“
fact
is
,
—
I
’
m
as
happy
up
here
as
the
day
’
s
long
;
never
without
an
occupation
,
dear
fellow
,
never
without
an
occupation
!
And
yet
,
between
ourselves
,
it
IS
a
trifle
dull
at
times
.
”
The
Boy
bit
off
a
stalk
of
grass
and
chewed
it
.
“
Going
to
make
a
long
stay
here
?
”
he
asked
,
politely
.
