House
place sweet glad ever humble
Good morning, Bennie.Is Marian at home?Yes, Rose, I think she is in the house.Will you go in?What a pretty home you have!What is Marian doing this morning?She is reading in her new book.She will be glad to see you.I love my home.There is no place like it.Do you know why I think so?Father and mother live here.Sister and brother live here.Our baby lives here.I love them all.They all love me.There is a pretty song about home.We sing it at school.Did you ever hear it?Oh, yes. Shall I sing it to you?"Home, home, sweet, sweet home!Be it ever so humble,There is no place like home."Now, is not that a pretty song?Every child loves to sing it.
Good morning, Bennie.Is Marian at home?Yes, Rose, I think she is in the house.Will you go in?What a pretty home you have!What is Marian doing this morning?She is reading in her new book.She will be glad to see you.I love my home.There is no place like it.Do you know why I think so?Father and mother live here.Sister and brother live here.Our baby lives here.I love them all.They all love me.There is a pretty song about home.We sing it at school.Did you ever hear it?Oh, yes. Shall I sing it to you?"Home, home, sweet, sweet home!Be it ever so humble,There is no place like home."Now, is not that a pretty song?Every child loves to sing it.
wood branches tall small
See all the trees, Robert.Can you count them?No, Ned, there are so many.I can not count them all.I like to walk through the woods.I like to see the tall trees.Some of these trees are large.Some are small.What are trees good for, Robert?Tell me all about them.They are good for wood.We build houses of wood.Oh, yes; I know.Tables and chairs are made of wood.
See all the trees, Robert.Can you count them?No, Ned, there are so many.I can not count them all.I like to walk through the woods.I like to see the tall trees.Some of these trees are large.Some are small.What are trees good for, Robert?Tell me all about them.They are good for wood.We build houses of wood.Oh, yes; I know.Tables and chairs are made of wood.
Forest
The baby's cradle is made of wood.My blocks are made of wood.So is my little wagon.So is the boat my father made for me.The birds like the tall trees.They build nests in the branches.Many flowers grow in the woods.Rabbits live and play there.
The baby's cradle is made of wood.My blocks are made of wood.So is my little wagon.So is the boat my father made for me.The birds like the tall trees.They build nests in the branches.Many flowers grow in the woods.Rabbits live and play there.
Sailor-boy On Beach
Jack sailor sea waves storm
Here is a sailor boy. His name is Jack.Jack's home is by the sea.He loves the sea.He likes to play in the sand.Jack likes to hear the waves.They sing him to sleep at night.Sometimes there is a storm at sea.Then the wind and the waves roar.Jack likes to hear them roar.He likes to see the big waves.Sometimes Jack sails out with his father.They go out in a boat to catch fish.The wind blows the white sails.The boat sails far away.At night they come home.How many fish did you catch, Jack?How far did you go? What did you see?Is not Jack a fine sailor boy?
Here is a sailor boy. His name is Jack.Jack's home is by the sea.He loves the sea.He likes to play in the sand.Jack likes to hear the waves.They sing him to sleep at night.Sometimes there is a storm at sea.Then the wind and the waves roar.Jack likes to hear them roar.He likes to see the big waves.Sometimes Jack sails out with his father.They go out in a boat to catch fish.The wind blows the white sails.The boat sails far away.At night they come home.How many fish did you catch, Jack?How far did you go? What did you see?Is not Jack a fine sailor boy?
Row Boat
Where do you live, Grace?I live at home, sir.I live with mother and father.Where do the robins live?They live in the old tree in the woods.The tree is their home.Where do fishes live?Some live in the brook, some in the sea.What has wings but can not fly?I think it must be a little chicken.What can fly but has no wings?I know, I know. It is Ned's kite.What runs all day but has no feet?It must be the clock in our room.I think it is the brook.Oh, no, it is a train of cars.
Where do you live, Grace?I live at home, sir.I live with mother and father.Where do the robins live?They live in the old tree in the woods.The tree is their home.Where do fishes live?Some live in the brook, some in the sea.What has wings but can not fly?I think it must be a little chicken.What can fly but has no wings?I know, I know. It is Ned's kite.What runs all day but has no feet?It must be the clock in our room.I think it is the brook.Oh, no, it is a train of cars.
Bopeep sheep
lambs back
lost
My name is Bopeep.Do you see all my sheep and lambs?I take care of them.I find grass and water for them.One day I lost my pretty sheep.I could not find them any where.How did Bopeep find her sheep?I will tell you how she found them.She looked here, she looked there.She went down to the brook.No sheep were there.She called and called.She stood still to listen.She heard not a sheep.Bopeep sat down on the grass.The birds sang to her.The brook sang to the birds.Then little Bopeep went to sleep.The sheep and lambs came running.They came out of the woods."Here we are, little Bopeep," they said."We have come back to you.We have come to live with you again."Little Bopeep looked up.She saw her sheep and lambs.All had come back to her.How glad she was to see them!They drank the water from the brook.They ate the green grass.The lambs played under the trees."Oh, my pretty lambs!" said little Bopeep.
My name is Bopeep.Do you see all my sheep and lambs?I take care of them.I find grass and water for them.One day I lost my pretty sheep.I could not find them any where.How did Bopeep find her sheep?I will tell you how she found them.She looked here, she looked there.She went down to the brook.No sheep were there.She called and called.She stood still to listen.She heard not a sheep.Bopeep sat down on the grass.The birds sang to her.The brook sang to the birds.Then little Bopeep went to sleep.The sheep and lambs came running.They came out of the woods."Here we are, little Bopeep," they said."We have come back to you.We have come to live with you again."Little Bopeep looked up.She saw her sheep and lambs.All had come back to her.How glad she was to see them!They drank the water from the brook.They ate the green grass.The lambs played under the trees."Oh, my pretty lambs!" said little Bopeep.
winter summer sleds bring were
One morning in winter Grace heard her mother calling her."Come here, Grace! Come here, and look out of the window."Grace ran to the window and looked out. What do you think she saw?The snow was falling.The ground was white with snow."Oh, mother," said Grace, "how pretty it is! Everything is white with snow.Where does the snow come from?""It falls from the clouds," said her mother. "In summer the clouds bring rain. In winter they bring snow."
Sleigh Riding
At school the boys and girls were glad."It snows! It snows!" they said."Now we shall have a fine time.We can make snowballs.We can ride on our sleds.We can play in the snow."
playthings happy silk masts gold
I will play I have a ship at sea.My ship is sailing.It is sailing on the blue sea.Now it is far, far away.Some day it will come home again.It will come home to baby and me.Many pretty things are in my ship.It is full of bright playthings.They are all for baby and me.Oh, my pretty ship!All its sails are of silk.Its masts are of yellow gold.It sails all day and all night.When it comes back, how happy I shall be.But now it is sailing on the blue sea.
I will play I have a ship at sea.My ship is sailing.It is sailing on the blue sea.Now it is far, far away.Some day it will come home again.It will come home to baby and me.Many pretty things are in my ship.It is full of bright playthings.They are all for baby and me.Oh, my pretty ship!All its sails are of silk.Its masts are of yellow gold.It sails all day and all night.When it comes back, how happy I shall be.But now it is sailing on the blue sea.
3-masted Sailing Ship
I have a ship a-sailing,A-sailing on the sea,And it is full of pretty thingsFor baby and for me.There is candy in the cabin,And apples in the hold.The sails are made of silk,And the masts are made of gold.
I have a ship a-sailing,A-sailing on the sea,And it is full of pretty thingsFor baby and for me.
There is candy in the cabin,And apples in the hold.The sails are made of silk,And the masts are made of gold.
earth Christmas angels heaven
All the bells on earth shall ringOn Christmas day,On Christmas day;All the bells on earth shall ringOn Christmas day in the morning.All the angels in heaven shall singOn Christmas day,On Christmas day;All the angels in heaven shall singOn Christmas day in the morning.And every one on earth shall singOn Christmas day,On Christmas day;And every one on earth shall singOn Christmas day in the morning.
All the bells on earth shall ringOn Christmas day,On Christmas day;All the bells on earth shall ringOn Christmas day in the morning.
All the angels in heaven shall singOn Christmas day,On Christmas day;All the angels in heaven shall singOn Christmas day in the morning.
And every one on earth shall singOn Christmas day,On Christmas day;And every one on earth shall singOn Christmas day in the morning.
Angels & Bells
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One morning Marian looked out of her window. The snow was falling."How cold the wind blows," she said."The trees are all frozen and bare. The brook is frozen over.The pretty robin's nest is full of snow.There are no birds in the woods. Where do the birds go when winter comes?""They fly to the sunny South, where the snow does not come," said Robert."They will come back to us in the spring. They will sing glad songs and build new nests."
Birds In Winter
Out in the snow a little bird was hopping."See, Robert, see!" said Marian."That little bird did not fly to the sunny South."How cold it must be! Its little feet must be frozen.""That is a snowbird," said Robert."It likes the snow. It does not mind the cold. It stays here all winter."
story heard horn corn meadow
"Oh, Ned," said Rose one day, "what do you think I have? It is a new story book.Father gave it to me this morning. I have been reading in it.""It is a pretty book," said Ned. "Are there any good stories in it?""Oh, yes. One story is about a little boy who went to sleep in the meadow.I don't know what his name was, but they called him Little Boy Blue.He took care of the sheep and the cows. He had a horn to blow.The sheep and the cows would come when they heard the horn.""Here is the story, now. And here is the picture of Little Boy Blue.
Little Boy Blue
"Little Boy Blue,Come, blow your horn!The sheep are in the meadow,The cows are in the corn.Where, where can the little boy be?Oh, here he is, sleeping, don't you see?"
"Little Boy Blue,Come, blow your horn!The sheep are in the meadow,The cows are in the corn.Where, where can the little boy be?Oh, here he is, sleeping, don't you see?"
farm farmer helps been
Robert lives on a farm.His father is a farmer.Robert helps his father.He helps take care of the chickens and the lambs.Sometimes he drives the cows to the meadow.Sometimes he drives them home at night."Where are the cows, Robert?""I think they are in the meadow.""Will you not drive them home? It is time to milk them.""Yes, father, I will bring them home. I like to drive them.I will take the dog with me.
Cows Drinking
Come, Don. You know how to drive the cows.You may come with me.There they are by the meadow brook.See, they are drinking from the brook.Drive them, Don! Drive them home.There they go! What a fine thing it is to live on a farm!"
Frank seen never wouldcity street river tools
Frank lives in the city. He has never seen a farm. He has never seen a brook.He has never heard the robins singing in the tree tops.A river runs by the city. Sometimes Frank goes down to the river to see the boats and ships.Sometimes he plays in the street by his home.The street is not a good place to play.Frank has many playthings, and he is as happy as any farmer boy.He would not be happy on a farm.
Boy With Tools
One day Frank's father gave him a box of tools.Frank made many things with his tools.He made a kite and a little wagon.He made a stand for his mother.He made a cradle for his sister's doll.
One day Frank's father gave him a box of tools.Frank made many things with his tools.He made a kite and a little wagon.He made a stand for his mother.He made a cradle for his sister's doll.
Flowers
Spring is the time for flowers.Summer is the time for corn to grow.Autumn is the time for apples to fall.Winter is the time for wind and snow.
Spring is the time for flowers.Summer is the time for corn to grow.Autumn is the time for apples to fall.Winter is the time for wind and snow.
seasons autumn gone warm green
Winter has gone. Spring has come.There is no snow on the ground now.The days are warm and bright. The sun is high in the sky.Soon the ground will be green with grass.There are wild flowers in the woods now.All the birds have come back from the South.The robin is here. He is building a nest in the old tree.Soon there will be some little blue eggs in the nest.The old owl did not go South. But he is glad that spring has come.
Chasing The Goats
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Five goats were in a field.There they found green grass to eat, and good water to drink.At night the farmer's boy and his little sister came to drive them home.One night the goats wanted to stay in the field.The little girl ran after them. But she could not drive them out."Now I will try," said the boy.So the boy ran after the goats. But they would not go out for him.Just then a dog came by."Let me try," said the dog."I have more legs than a boy. I can run faster."He ran after the goats.He barked and barked. But the goats would not go out of the field.Soon a fox came to see what the dog was doing."Let me try," he said. "I know more than a dog, and I can run fast."The fox ran after the goats. But he could not drive them out of the field."Let me try," said a horse that was looking on. "I am big and strong."But the goats would not go out for the horse.A busy bee came into the field."Buzz! buzz!" it said. "I think I can drive them out. Let me try.""What can you do? You are too little to drive goats," said the boy."You are smaller than I am," said the little girl."You can not bark," said the dog."You don't know much," said the fox."You can't run round the field on four feet," said the horse."Buzz, buzz, buzz!" said the bee."We will see; we will see;" and away it flew.It flew by the big goat's ear."Buzz, buzz, buzz!" it said.The goat looked up. "What is that?" he said; and he ran out of the field.The little goat looked up. "If you go out, I will go out," he said; and out he ran."So will I. So will I. So will I," said the three white goats; and all ran out of the field.Then the boy and his sister drove the goats home."If the bee had not helped us, what could we have done?" they said.
butter cream bread churn
dish pans fresh turns
Do you know how I make butter? I will tell you.Every day the cows give us fresh milk.Ned brings the milk to the house.I have some large tin pans. At night I put the fresh milk in these pans.In the morning I find yellow cream on the top of the milk.Then I take off the cream and put it in my churn.I churn and churn till the cream turns to butter.I take the butter out.I leave the buttermilk in the churn.
Making Butter
Here is one of my butter balls.It is on a little dish.Bennie and Marian like butter.They like bread and milk, too.All boys and girls eat bread.Do you like bread and butter?
"Stop, stop, pretty brook!"Said Mary one day,To a bright, happy brookThat was running away."You run on so fast!I wish you would stay;My boat and my flowersYou will carry away."But I will run after;Mother says that I may;For I would know whereYou are running away."So Mary ran on;But I have heard say,That she never could findWhere the brook ran away.
"Stop, stop, pretty brook!"Said Mary one day,To a bright, happy brookThat was running away.
"You run on so fast!I wish you would stay;My boat and my flowersYou will carry away.
"But I will run after;Mother says that I may;For I would know whereYou are running away."
So Mary ran on;But I have heard say,That she never could findWhere the brook ran away.
Girl By Stream
Do you live in the city?Have you ever seen a farm?What does a farmer do?Where do the birds go in winter?When does the sun shine?When does the snow fall?What is as white as snow?Why would you like to be a sailor?Why do you love your home?Where do the fishes live?What can Bennie build with sand?How does Robert's mother make butter?What do boys and girls do at school?What does the clock tell Marian?What things are made of wood?What do you do on Christmas day?
Do you live in the city?Have you ever seen a farm?What does a farmer do?Where do the birds go in winter?When does the sun shine?When does the snow fall?What is as white as snow?Why would you like to be a sailor?Why do you love your home?Where do the fishes live?What can Bennie build with sand?How does Robert's mother make butter?What do boys and girls do at school?What does the clock tell Marian?What things are made of wood?What do you do on Christmas day?
Most of these words are also included in the word lists at the heads of the various Lessons. Some regularly formed derivatives are omitted.