George sat quite silent for some time. He didn't like being laughed at, and felt that both the dragon and Alexander thought him quite as stupid—or even more so—as the dragon in the story.
"Come, we'd better be starting," said the dragon. "She doesn't like to be kept waiting."
George was just about to ask who She might be, but he shut his mouth with a snap and pretended that he knew all about it.
"Get on my back!" ordered the dragon, and George jumped on at once and seated himself comfortably.
Off the dragon went like a great, long railway train, faster and faster, until they shot into a forest and it became as dark as the darkest tunnel.
"Wuff! Wuff!" barked Alexander. "Hold tight, George!"
Now,