hat a story that cursed magpie would hatch out of it!"

The rabbit looked very foolish; he assured the fox he was no match for
the dog; that he was very fond of his cousin, to be sure! but he saw
no necessity to interfere with her domestic affairs; and, in short, he
tried all he possibly could to get out of the scrape; but the fox so
artfully played on his vanity, so earnestly assured him that the dog was
the biggest coward in the world and would make a humble apology, and so
eloquently represented to him the glory he would obtain for manifesting
so much spirit, that at length the rabbit was persuaded to go out and
deliver the challenge.

"I'll be your second," said the fox; "and the great field on the other
side the wood, two miles hence, shall be the place of battle: there we
shall be out of observation. You go first, I'll follow in half an hour;
and I say, hark!--in case he does accept the challenge, and you feel the
least afraid, I'll be in the field, and take it off your paws with the
utmost pleasure; rely on _me_, my dear sir!"

Away went the rabbit. The dog was a little astonished at the temerity
of the poor creature; but on hearing that the fox was to be present,
willingly consented to repair to the place of conflict. This readiness
the rabbit did not at all relish; he went very slowly to the field,
and seeing no fox there, his heart misgave him; and while the dog was
putting his nose to the ground to try if he could track the coming of
the fox, the rabbit slipped into a burrow, and left the dog to walk back
again.

Meanwhile the fox was already at the rock; he walked very soft-footedly,
and looked about with extreme caution, for he had a vague notion that a
griffin-papa would not be very civil to foxes.

Now there were two holes in the rock,--one below, one above, an upper
story and an under; and while the fox was peering about, he saw a great
claw from the upper rock beckoning to him.

"Ah, ah!" said the fox, "that's the wanton young griffiness, I'll
swear."

He approached, and a voice said,--

"Charming Mr. Reynard, do you not think you could deliver an unfortunate
griffiness from a barbarous confinement in this rock?"

"Oh, heavens!" cried the fox, tenderly, "what a beautiful voice! and,
ah, my poor heart, what a lovely claw! Is it possible that I hear the
daughter of my lord, the great griffin?"

"Hush, flatterer! not so loud, if you please. My father is taking an
evening stroll, and is very qui