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know exactly what we ought to do, but I don’t know how we ought to do it.”
    “What ought we to do?” said Effie.
    “We ought to wake St. George, of course,” said Harry. “He was the only person in his town who knew how to manage dragons; the people in the fairy tales don’t count. But St. George is a real person, and he is only asleep, and he is waitingto be waked up. Only nobody believes in St. George now. I heard father say so.”
    “
We
do,” said Effie.
    “Of course we do. And don’t you see, Ef, that’s the very reason why we could wake him? You can’t wake people if you don’t believe in them, can you?”
    Effie said no, but where could they find St. George?
    “We must go and look,” said Harry, boldly. “You shall wear a dragon-proof frock, made of stuff like the curtains. And I will smear myself all over with the best dragon poison, and—”
    Effie clasped her hands and skipped with joy, and cried:
    “Oh, Harry! I know where we can find St. George! In St. George’s Church, of course.”
    “Um,” said Harry, wishing he had thought of it for himself, “you have a little sense sometimes, for a girl.”
    So next afternoon quite early, long before the beams of sunset announced the coming night, when everybody would be up and working, the two children got out of bed. Effie wrapped herself in a shawl of dragon-proof muslin—there was no time to make the frock—and Harry made a horrid mess of himself with the patent dragon poison. It was warranted harmless to infants and invalids, so he felt quite safe.
    Then they took hands and set out to walk to St. George’sChurch. As you know, there are many St. George’s churches, but, fortunately, they took the turning that leads to the right one, and went along in the bright sunlight, feeling very brave and adventurous.
    There was no one about in the streets except dragons, and the place was simply swarming with them. Fortunately none of the dragons were just the right size for eating little boys and girls, or perhaps this story might have had to end here. There were dragons on the pavement, and dragons on the road-way, dragons basking on the front-door steps of public buildings, and dragons preening their wings on the roofs in the hot afternoon sun. The town was quite green with them. Even when the children had got out of the town and were walking in the lanes, they noticed that the fields on each side were greener than usual with the scaly legs and tails; and some of the smaller sizes had made themselves asbestos nests in the flowering hawthorn hedges.
    Effie held her brother’s hand very tight, and once when a fat dragon flopped against her ear she screamed out, and a whole flight of green dragons rose from the field at the sound, and sprawled away across the sky. The children could hear the rattle of their wings as they flew.
    “Oh, I want to go home,” said Effie.
    “Don’t be silly,” said Harry. “Surely you haven’t forgottenabout the Seven Champions and all the Princes. People who are going to be their country’s deliverers never scream and say they want to go home.”
    “And are we,” asked Effie—“deliverers, I mean?”
    “You’ll see,” said her brother, and on they went.
    When they came to St. George’s Church they found the door open, and they walked right in—but St. George was not there, so they walked round the churchyard outside, and presently they found the great stone tomb of St. George, with the figure of him carved in marble outside, in his armor and helmet, and with his hands folded on his breast.
    “How ever can we wake him?” they said.
    Then Harry spoke to St. George—but he would not answer; and he called, but St. George did not seem to hear; and then he actually tried to waken the great dragon-slayer by shaking his marble shoulders. But St. George took no notice.
    Then Effie began to cry, and she put her arms round St. George’s neck as well as she could for the marble, which was very much in the way at