one night a camel looked into the tent where his master was lying and said: "kind master, will you not let me put my head inside of the door? the wind blows very cold to-night."

"oh, yes," said the man. "there is plenty of room."

so the camel moved forward and stretched his head into the tent. "ah!" he said, "this is what i call comfort."

in a little while he called to his master again. "now if i could only warm my neck also," he said.

"then put your neck inside," said his master, kindly. "you will not be in my way."

the camel did so, and for a time was very well contented. then, looking around, he said: "if i could only put my forelegs inside i should feel a great deal better."

his master moved a little and said: "you may put your forelegs and shoulders inside, for i know that the wind blows cold to-night."

the camel had hardly planted his forefeet within the tent when he spoke again:

"master," he said, "i keep the tent open by standing here. i think i ought to go wholly within."

"yes, come in," said the man. "there is hardly room for us both, but i do not want to keep you out in the cold."

so the camel crowded into the tent, but he was no sooner inside than he said: "you were right when you said that there was hardly room for us both. i think it would be better for you to stand outside and so give me a chance to turn around and lie down."

then, without more ado, he rudely pushed the man out at the door, and took the whole tent for himself.