Lightfoot the Deer

n tearing somebody's coat?" he asked again. He didn't like to think it of Lightfoot, whom he al

head. "No," said he, "I h

ags hanging on your an

hat is left of the coverings of

as sitting up very straight, with his eyes fixed on Lig

they are the finest antlers I've ever had. When I get the rest of those rags

t the trunk of a tree till some of

as trying to understand and h

u? How can anything hard like those antlers grow? And if those are new ones, where are the old ones? Show me the old ones, and perhaps I'll believe that these are new ones. The ide

ny reason why I shouldn't have new antlers, is it?" replied Lightfoot patiently. "Her horns are quite d

eplied Peter, trying very hard to rem

foot. "I know it because I have been

een hiding for?"

omfortable while the new antlers are growing and I want to be alone." Lightfoot spoke as if he really meant every word he said, but still Peter couldn't, he just COULDN'T believe that those wonde

ble, and I hadn't any more use for them because I knew that my new ones would be bigger and better. I've got one more point on each than I had last year." Lightfoot began once more to ru

anything about those rags

told you," retorted Lightfoot. "I don't like t