THE BABE IN THE MANGER.
ST. GEORGE AND THE DRAGON.
By Margaret Sidney.
III.
IT was nothing," said George Edward carelessly, as the family assembled around him in excited gratitude, and with fulsome praise, drawn thither by queer little noises down stairs in the library, and rattlings of window, suggestive of burglars, "I only pulled her in. She was good, and helped. Do stop talking of it; let's have the stockings. It's most morning."
"You are a brave boy," cried Hortense's father, uncle Gerald.
"You've saved her life," exclaimed Hortense's mother.