THE CAMEL AND HIS MASTER


One night a camel looked into the tent where his master was
sleeping. "How warm it is in there!" he said. "I should like a
good place like that myself."

The next night he put his head inside the door. "You will not mind
my putting my head into the tent, I am sure," said he to his
master. "The wind is cold to-night."

"Not at all," replied his master; "there is plenty of room."

In a little while the camel said, "Kind master, my neck is very
cold; would you mind if I put it inside the tent?"

"Oh, no," said his master.

Now the camel seemed satisfied. But in a little while he wakened
his master, saying, "My forelegs are getting cold. I should like
to have them under cover."

His master moved over a little and said, "You may have a little
more room. I know it is a cold night." So the camel moved a little
farther into the tent.

Very soon the camel wakened his master again, saying, "I keep the