Chapter VI.—By H. O.
I think it's a very nice story—but what about the mice? I don't want to say any more. Dora can have what's left of my chapter.
Chapter VII.—By the Editors.
And so when the dragon was dead there were lots of mice, because he used to kill them for his tea; but now they rapidly multiplied and ravaged the country, so the fair lady Alicia, sometimes called the Princess, had to say she would not marry any one unless they could rid the country of this plague of mice. Then the Prince, whose real name didn't begin with N, but was Osrawalddo, waved his magic sword, and the dragon stood before them, bowing gracefully. They made him promise to be good, and then they forgave him; and when the wedding breakfast came, all the bones were saved for him. And so they were married and lived happy ever after.
(What became of the other stranger?—Noël. The dragon ate him because he asked too many questions.—Editors.)
This is the end of the story.
