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“
Now
don
’
t
take
on
,
”
said
St
.
George
.
“
I
’
ll
stand
by
you
,
and
we
’
ll
BOTH
see
him
home
.
Wake
up
,
dragon
!
”
he
said
sharply
,
shaking
the
beast
by
the
elbow
.
The
dragon
looked
up
sleepily
.
“
What
a
night
,
George
!
”
he
murmured
;
“
what
a
—
”
“
Now
look
here
,
dragon
,
”
said
the
Saint
,
firmly
.
“
Here
’
s
this
little
fellow
waiting
to
see
you
home
,
and
you
KNOW
he
ought
to
have
been
in
bed
these
two
hours
,
and
what
his
mother
’
ll
say
I
don
’
t
know
,
and
anybody
but
a
selfish
pig
would
have
MADE
him
go
to
bed
long
ago
—
”
“
And
he
SHALL
go
to
bed
!
”
cried
the
dragon
,
starting
up
.
“
Poor
little
chap
,
only
fancy
his
being
up
at
this
hour
!
It
’
s
a
shame
,
that
’
s
what
it
is
,
and
I
don
’
t
think
,
St
.
George
,
you
’
ve
been
very
considerate
—
but
come
along
at
once
,
and
don
’
t
let
us
have
any
more
arguing
or
shilly
-
shallying
.
You
give
me
hold
of
your
hand
,
Boy
—
thank
you
,
George
,
an
arm
up
the
hill
is
just
what
I
wanted
!
”
So
they
set
off
up
the
hill
arm
-
in
-
arm
,
the
Saint
,
the
Dragon
,
and
the
Boy
.
The
lights
in
the
little
village
began
to
go
out
;
but
there
were
stars
,
and
a
late
moon
,
as
they
climbed
to
the
Downs
together
.
And
,
as
they
turned
the
last
corner
and
disappeared
from
view
,
snatches
of
an
old
song
were
borne
back
on
the
night
-
breeze
.
I
can
’
t
be
certain
which
of
them
was
singing
,
but
I
THINK
it
was
the
Dragon
!
“
Here
we
are
at
your
gate
,
”
said
the
man
,
abruptly
,
laying
his
hand
on
it
.
“
Good
-
night
.
Cut
along
in
sharp
,
or
you
’
ll
catch
it
!
”
Could
it
really
be
our
own
gate
?
Yes
,
there
it
was
,
sure
enough
,
with
the
familiar
marks
on
its
bottom
bar
made
by
our
feet
when
we
swung
on
it
.
“
Oh
,
but
wait
a
minute
!
”
cried
Charlotte
.
“
I
want
to
know
a
heap
of
things
.
Did
the
dragon
really
settle
down
?
And
did
—
”
“
There
isn
’
t
any
more
of
that
story
,
”
said
the
man
,
kindly
but
firmly
.
“
At
least
,
not
to
-
night
.
Now
be
off
!
Good
-
bye
!
”
