StNicholas [serial] . Small as I ? asked the chipmunk, inastonishment. Why, I never knew that Iwas small. I think I m pretty nearly as tallas yourself. Then he stood on the floor beside the bigdog, and tried to stretch himself to Nerosheight. The other dogs laughed. The chipmunk was angry because of what thebig dog had said about his size, and at firstwished to fight; but the dogs were too good-natured to quarrel, and said they did not meanto hurt his feelings. So after brushing hiswhiskers out as far as they would go, andstretching himself up to his full height, thechipmunk said: If Nero will
StNicholas [serial] . Small as I ? asked the chipmunk, inastonishment. Why, I never knew that Iwas small. I think I m pretty nearly as tallas yourself. Then he stood on the floor beside the bigdog, and tried to stretch himself to Nerosheight. The other dogs laughed. The chipmunk was angry because of what thebig dog had said about his size, and at firstwished to fight; but the dogs were too good-natured to quarrel, and said they did not meanto hurt his feelings. So after brushing hiswhiskers out as far as they would go, andstretching himself up to his full height, thechipmunk said: If Nero will apologize to me, and own thatI am quite as big as he is, I will forgive him. I am willing to own that you feel quite asbig, said Nero. The chipmunk thoughtfully brushed his tailout with his paws, and finally said: That willdo. It seems to me to be the same thing. This restored harmony, and they remainedwith the dogs until the next day, hearing storiesabout the rescue of travelers lost in the snow. (To be continued.). (Though complete in itself, this story is a sequel to thatpublished under the same title in the Dece?nber number.) The Count of Cabra paced impatiently infront of his tent. Now in absent fashion hepulled his sword half-way from its scabbardand sent it back with a clang; now he lookedfor a moment at the dainty city of Granadathat stood so temptingly in front of the Chris-tian camp. This afternoon Queen Isabella was to arrive,and the count awaited the summons to go outwith the band of knights to meet her. Thiswas hardly cause for impatience. But theCount of Cabra was not thinking of his gra-cious queen or of the royal reception, but of asmall, black-eyed girl who had kissed him good-by in his castle at Vaena five years then the war had occupied him wholly. One by one the strongholds of the Moorshad fallen into Christian hands, and at lengthKing Ferdinand had set himself down beforethe very gates of Granada. Ferdinand was avery determined man, so when the c
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