of the mountain, and of course it's twice as grand. Halve my height, and you produce the same effect."
"Happy, happy, happy Small!" Lady Muriel murmured rapturously. "None but the Short, none but the Short, none but the Short enjoy the Tall!"
"But let me go on," said the Earl. "We'll have a third race of men, five inches high; a fourth race, an inch high——"
"They couldn't eat common beef and mutton, I'm sure! " Lady Muriel interrupted.
"True, my child, I was forgetting. Each set must have its own cattle and sheep."
"And its own vegetation," I added. "What could a cow, an inch high, do with grass that waved far above its head?"
"That is true. We must have a pasture within a pasture, so to speak. The common grass would serve our inch-high cows as a green forest of palms, while round the root of each tall stem would stretch a tiny carpet of microscopic grass. Yes, I think our scheme will work fairly well. And it would be very interesting, coming into contact with the races
