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Identifier: stnicholasserial271dodg (find matches)
Title: St. Nicholas (serial)
Year: 1873 (1870s)
Authors: Dodge, Mary Mapes, 1830-1905
Subjects: Children's literature
Publisher: (New York : Scribner & Co.)
Contributing Library: Information and Library Science Library, University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill
Digitizing Sponsor: University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill

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ke to them in a more serious vein: reply, as he took the moist and cool place she The idea of a knight overcoming a dragon had pointed out. I do appreciate the com- — except, of course, by magic or accident—is forts of life more than I did. Why, formerly father, with much good-nature, I will tell youone of my adventures—a new one. Oh, that will be just scorching! one ofthe children exclaimed. No slang in this cave! said their mother,waving a claw reprovingly. Leave suchpractices to human children who do not knowany better. Try to cultivate high ideals. Beworthyof yourfavorite hero— of brave St.Dragon whokilled Georgeof England! This appealmade the chil-dren serious,and for a mo-ment none ofthem spoke.But the eldest,Sammy, said: Oh, by theway, mama,one of thedragon profes-sors at schooldeclared thatamong menthere is actu-ally a myththat Georgekilled our St.Dragon! Now, howsupremely ab-surd ! criedMrs. Dragon;and all thefamily rattledtheir wings asthey laughedsmokily. When their
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PAPA DRAGON S TALE. 535 I did not mind being out in the broad sunshine at midday; but now even the morning lightmakes my old scales creak. Wont you tell us the story, father ? asked the eldest son. Certainly; I almost forgot. When the whole family had coiled them-selves among their favorite stalagmites, the Hon. Samuel P. Dragon blew a blast of fire ortwo to clear his throat, and told the story : As I said, I was young in those days, andknew little of the great world. Just how longago it was I do notpretend to say withina hundred years or so,but it was before I wasmarried. I boardedwith a pleasant olddinosaur in a com-modious chalky cavewith a northeasternexposure. The menupon whom we livedthen were not coveredwith the hard shells,which was much moreconvenient; it saved thetrouble of shelling them whencaught, and so we did not haveto keep our claws sharp withsandstone-rubbing. The placewhere we lived was far nearerthe sunrise than this, and themen, though well flavored, werenot like thes

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