Here is a miner at work.He is away down in a deep coal mine.The sun does not shine in the dark coal mine.So the miner has a little lamp in his cap.Now he can see the hard, black coal.See him lift his pick ax.Click, click, click-ity click!Hear the song of the pick ax!He digs out the coal with his sharp pick.All day long the busy miner is at work.At night he comes out of the dark coal mine.He gets into a strong iron basket.Then he goes up, up, up, out of the mine.How happy he must be to see the bright sunshine!
Here is a miner at work.He is away down in a deep coal mine.The sun does not shine in the dark coal mine.So the miner has a little lamp in his cap.Now he can see the hard, black coal.See him lift his pick ax.Click, click, click-ity click!Hear the song of the pick ax!He digs out the coal with his sharp pick.All day long the busy miner is at work.At night he comes out of the dark coal mine.He gets into a strong iron basket.Then he goes up, up, up, out of the mine.How happy he must be to see the bright sunshine!
Here is a miner at work.He is away down in a deep coal mine.The sun does not shine in the dark coal mine.So the miner has a little lamp in his cap.Now he can see the hard, black coal.See him lift his pick ax.Click, click, click-ity click!Hear the song of the pick ax!He digs out the coal with his sharp pick.All day long the busy miner is at work.At night he comes out of the dark coal mine.He gets into a strong iron basket.Then he goes up, up, up, out of the mine.How happy he must be to see the bright sunshine!
“Puff, puff, puff!” Hear the engine!It runs through field and wood.It runs through the country and the city.“Puff, puff, puff!” See the long train.The cars are full of coal.They have come from the coal mine.Next winter we shall be warm and happy beside the fire.Then we shall think of the busy miner down in the dark mine.“Puff, puff, puff!” Hear the engine!
“Puff, puff, puff!” Hear the engine!It runs through field and wood.It runs through the country and the city.“Puff, puff, puff!” See the long train.The cars are full of coal.They have come from the coal mine.Next winter we shall be warm and happy beside the fire.Then we shall think of the busy miner down in the dark mine.“Puff, puff, puff!” Hear the engine!
“Puff, puff, puff!” Hear the engine!It runs through field and wood.It runs through the country and the city.“Puff, puff, puff!” See the long train.The cars are full of coal.They have come from the coal mine.Next winter we shall be warm and happy beside the fire.Then we shall think of the busy miner down in the dark mine.“Puff, puff, puff!” Hear the engine!
One warm spring morningFather said, “Spring is here!The sap will run to-day.Come! We will tap the big maple trees.”“Oh! Oh! What fun!” said John and Mary.“Here are the pails,” said Father.
One warm spring morningFather said, “Spring is here!The sap will run to-day.Come! We will tap the big maple trees.”“Oh! Oh! What fun!” said John and Mary.“Here are the pails,” said Father.
One warm spring morningFather said, “Spring is here!The sap will run to-day.Come! We will tap the big maple trees.”
“Oh! Oh! What fun!” said John and Mary.“Here are the pails,” said Father.
“We will carry them down to the maple trees.”Father made a hole in one of the trees.He put a spout in the hole.Then he hung a pail under the spout.Soon the sap began to run out.Drop by drop it ran into the pail.“It looks like water,” said John.“It tastes like water with a little sugar in it,” said Mary.
“We will carry them down to the maple trees.”Father made a hole in one of the trees.He put a spout in the hole.Then he hung a pail under the spout.Soon the sap began to run out.Drop by drop it ran into the pail.“It looks like water,” said John.“It tastes like water with a little sugar in it,” said Mary.
“We will carry them down to the maple trees.”Father made a hole in one of the trees.He put a spout in the hole.Then he hung a pail under the spout.Soon the sap began to run out.Drop by drop it ran into the pail.“It looks like water,” said John.“It tastes like water with a little sugar in it,” said Mary.
Father said, “I will tell you the story of the sap.All winter the maple trees were asleep.When spring came the warm rain ran down to the roots of the trees.‘Awake!’ said the rain, ‘It is time to grow.’The bright sun looked down and said to the trees,‘Awake! It is time for the sap to run.’Sap helps the little buds to grow.In the spring the maple tree has more sap than it needs.So we make a hole in the tree and the sap runs out.Maple sugar is made from the sweet sap of the maple tree.”
Father said, “I will tell you the story of the sap.All winter the maple trees were asleep.When spring came the warm rain ran down to the roots of the trees.‘Awake!’ said the rain, ‘It is time to grow.’The bright sun looked down and said to the trees,‘Awake! It is time for the sap to run.’Sap helps the little buds to grow.In the spring the maple tree has more sap than it needs.So we make a hole in the tree and the sap runs out.Maple sugar is made from the sweet sap of the maple tree.”
Father said, “I will tell you the story of the sap.All winter the maple trees were asleep.When spring came the warm rain ran down to the roots of the trees.‘Awake!’ said the rain, ‘It is time to grow.’The bright sun looked down and said to the trees,‘Awake! It is time for the sap to run.’Sap helps the little buds to grow.In the spring the maple tree has more sap than it needs.So we make a hole in the tree and the sap runs out.Maple sugar is made from the sweet sap of the maple tree.”
Near the maple trees there was a log house.The next morning father made a hot fire in the log house.“Now we will go to the trees and get the sap,” said father.He hung a big kettle over the fire.They put the sap into this big kettle.After a long time the sap was brown and thick.“Here is some good maple syrup,” said father.He put the syrup into pans.There were big pans and little pans and middle-sized pans.“Here is a little pan for you, Mary.This one is for you, John,” said father.“When the syrup is cold and hard it will be maple sugar.”
Near the maple trees there was a log house.The next morning father made a hot fire in the log house.“Now we will go to the trees and get the sap,” said father.He hung a big kettle over the fire.They put the sap into this big kettle.After a long time the sap was brown and thick.“Here is some good maple syrup,” said father.He put the syrup into pans.There were big pans and little pans and middle-sized pans.“Here is a little pan for you, Mary.This one is for you, John,” said father.“When the syrup is cold and hard it will be maple sugar.”
Near the maple trees there was a log house.The next morning father made a hot fire in the log house.“Now we will go to the trees and get the sap,” said father.He hung a big kettle over the fire.They put the sap into this big kettle.After a long time the sap was brown and thick.“Here is some good maple syrup,” said father.He put the syrup into pans.There were big pans and little pans and middle-sized pans.“Here is a little pan for you, Mary.This one is for you, John,” said father.“When the syrup is cold and hard it will be maple sugar.”
One day John was lying on the grass under a big maple tree.All at once he heard some one tap on the tree.“Tap, tip-y, tap, tap, tap! Tap, tip-y, tap, tap, tap!John looked all around.Then he looked up in the tree.He saw a woodpecker making a hole in the tree.That is the way a woodpecker builds his nest.Some chips fell on the grass beside John.“Tap, tap!” went the busy little carpenter.How happy he was at his work!
One day John was lying on the grass under a big maple tree.All at once he heard some one tap on the tree.“Tap, tip-y, tap, tap, tap! Tap, tip-y, tap, tap, tap!John looked all around.Then he looked up in the tree.He saw a woodpecker making a hole in the tree.That is the way a woodpecker builds his nest.Some chips fell on the grass beside John.“Tap, tap!” went the busy little carpenter.How happy he was at his work!
One day John was lying on the grass under a big maple tree.All at once he heard some one tap on the tree.“Tap, tip-y, tap, tap, tap! Tap, tip-y, tap, tap, tap!John looked all around.Then he looked up in the tree.He saw a woodpecker making a hole in the tree.That is the way a woodpecker builds his nest.Some chips fell on the grass beside John.“Tap, tap!” went the busy little carpenter.How happy he was at his work!
Once there was a little girl.She was very poor.She had but one old shoe.A kind man gave her some new shoes.Then the little girl was very happy.She said to every one she met,“See! Two shoes! Two shoes!”So she was called Goody Twoshoes.
Once there was a little girl.She was very poor.She had but one old shoe.A kind man gave her some new shoes.Then the little girl was very happy.She said to every one she met,“See! Two shoes! Two shoes!”So she was called Goody Twoshoes.
Once there was a little girl.She was very poor.She had but one old shoe.A kind man gave her some new shoes.Then the little girl was very happy.She said to every one she met,“See! Two shoes! Two shoes!”So she was called Goody Twoshoes.
Goody Twoshoes could not go to school.“I wish I could read,” she said.“I will ask the children to help me.”Every day she met the children when they came home from school.They let Goody Twoshoes take their books.Soon she could read better than her friends.“Now I can teach other children to read,” said Goody Twoshoes.She made some letters out of wood.She made nine sets of the small letters:—a b c d e f g h i j k l mn o p q r s t u v w x y z.Then she made five sets of the large letters:—A B C D E F G H I J K L MN O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z.
Goody Twoshoes could not go to school.“I wish I could read,” she said.“I will ask the children to help me.”Every day she met the children when they came home from school.They let Goody Twoshoes take their books.Soon she could read better than her friends.“Now I can teach other children to read,” said Goody Twoshoes.She made some letters out of wood.She made nine sets of the small letters:—a b c d e f g h i j k l mn o p q r s t u v w x y z.Then she made five sets of the large letters:—A B C D E F G H I J K L MN O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z.
Goody Twoshoes could not go to school.“I wish I could read,” she said.“I will ask the children to help me.”Every day she met the children when they came home from school.They let Goody Twoshoes take their books.Soon she could read better than her friends.“Now I can teach other children to read,” said Goody Twoshoes.She made some letters out of wood.She made nine sets of the small letters:—a b c d e f g h i j k l mn o p q r s t u v w x y z.Then she made five sets of the large letters:—A B C D E F G H I J K L MN O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z.
Little Goody Twoshoes put the letters in a basket.She first went to little Billy’s house.She knocked at the door, “Tap, tap, tap!”“Who is there?”“Little Goody Twoshoes,” she said.“I have come to teach Billy.”Little Billy ran to her and said,“Good morning, Goody Twoshoes.”“Good morning, Billy,” said little Twoshoes.
Little Goody Twoshoes put the letters in a basket.She first went to little Billy’s house.She knocked at the door, “Tap, tap, tap!”“Who is there?”“Little Goody Twoshoes,” she said.“I have come to teach Billy.”Little Billy ran to her and said,“Good morning, Goody Twoshoes.”“Good morning, Billy,” said little Twoshoes.
Little Goody Twoshoes put the letters in a basket.She first went to little Billy’s house.She knocked at the door, “Tap, tap, tap!”“Who is there?”“Little Goody Twoshoes,” she said.“I have come to teach Billy.”Little Billy ran to her and said,“Good morning, Goody Twoshoes.”“Good morning, Billy,” said little Twoshoes.
Goody Twoshoes put down the letters like this:—b d f h k m o q s u w y za c e g i l n p r t v x j.Billy picked them up and gave their names.Then he put the letters like this:—a b c d e f g h i j k l mn o p q r s t u v w x y z.Goody Twoshoes put down the large letters like this:—B D F H K M O Q SU W Y Z A C E G IL N P R T V X J.Billy picked them up and gave their names.Then he put them like this:—A B C D E F G H I J K L MN O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z.
Goody Twoshoes put down the letters like this:—b d f h k m o q s u w y za c e g i l n p r t v x j.Billy picked them up and gave their names.Then he put the letters like this:—a b c d e f g h i j k l mn o p q r s t u v w x y z.Goody Twoshoes put down the large letters like this:—B D F H K M O Q SU W Y Z A C E G IL N P R T V X J.Billy picked them up and gave their names.Then he put them like this:—A B C D E F G H I J K L MN O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z.
Goody Twoshoes put down the letters like this:—b d f h k m o q s u w y za c e g i l n p r t v x j.Billy picked them up and gave their names.Then he put the letters like this:—a b c d e f g h i j k l mn o p q r s t u v w x y z.Goody Twoshoes put down the large letters like this:—B D F H K M O Q SU W Y Z A C E G IL N P R T V X J.Billy picked them up and gave their names.Then he put them like this:—A B C D E F G H I J K L MN O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z.
Then she went to Sally’s house.Sally ran to her and said,“Good morning, Goody Twoshoes.’“Good morning, Sally,” said Goody Twoshoes.“Can you read for me?”“Yes, I can read for you,” she said.Sally took the letters out of the basket.Then she made words like this:—Book, read, school, sing.She made other words from the letters.Then Goody Twoshoes went to other houses.All the children were glad to see their little teacher.
Then she went to Sally’s house.Sally ran to her and said,“Good morning, Goody Twoshoes.’“Good morning, Sally,” said Goody Twoshoes.“Can you read for me?”“Yes, I can read for you,” she said.Sally took the letters out of the basket.Then she made words like this:—Book, read, school, sing.She made other words from the letters.Then Goody Twoshoes went to other houses.All the children were glad to see their little teacher.
Then she went to Sally’s house.Sally ran to her and said,“Good morning, Goody Twoshoes.’“Good morning, Sally,” said Goody Twoshoes.“Can you read for me?”“Yes, I can read for you,” she said.Sally took the letters out of the basket.Then she made words like this:—Book, read, school, sing.She made other words from the letters.Then Goody Twoshoes went to other houses.All the children were glad to see their little teacher.
A bright happy brook ran through a pleasant meadow.The horses and cows and sheep went there to drink.When the sheep and lambs went down to drink they passed by the bramble bush.Sometimes the bramble bush would pick off little pieces of wool.The sheep did not like this.So they said to the bramble bush, “You are of no use.We give the children wool to make warm clothes for the winter.”The cows said, “We give the children milk to drink.”The horses said, “We work for the children and give them pleasant rides.”But the bramble bush did not say a word.
A bright happy brook ran through a pleasant meadow.The horses and cows and sheep went there to drink.When the sheep and lambs went down to drink they passed by the bramble bush.Sometimes the bramble bush would pick off little pieces of wool.The sheep did not like this.So they said to the bramble bush, “You are of no use.We give the children wool to make warm clothes for the winter.”The cows said, “We give the children milk to drink.”The horses said, “We work for the children and give them pleasant rides.”But the bramble bush did not say a word.
A bright happy brook ran through a pleasant meadow.The horses and cows and sheep went there to drink.When the sheep and lambs went down to drink they passed by the bramble bush.Sometimes the bramble bush would pick off little pieces of wool.The sheep did not like this.So they said to the bramble bush, “You are of no use.We give the children wool to make warm clothes for the winter.”The cows said, “We give the children milk to drink.”The horses said, “We work for the children and give them pleasant rides.”But the bramble bush did not say a word.
One spring morning two pretty birds flew into a tree near the brook.The sheep were eating the sweet green grass near by.They heard a bird say,“We must have something warm and soft for our nest.I will see what I can find.”He flew down and saw the white wool on the bramble bush.“This is what I want,” said the bird.“Thank you, Bramble Bush.”The bird took some of the wool to his nest.Then he flew away to tell the other birds about the wool on the bramble bush.After that the sheep were kind to Bramble Bush.They often gave it wool for the birds to use in making their nests.
One spring morning two pretty birds flew into a tree near the brook.The sheep were eating the sweet green grass near by.They heard a bird say,“We must have something warm and soft for our nest.I will see what I can find.”He flew down and saw the white wool on the bramble bush.“This is what I want,” said the bird.“Thank you, Bramble Bush.”The bird took some of the wool to his nest.Then he flew away to tell the other birds about the wool on the bramble bush.After that the sheep were kind to Bramble Bush.They often gave it wool for the birds to use in making their nests.
One spring morning two pretty birds flew into a tree near the brook.The sheep were eating the sweet green grass near by.They heard a bird say,“We must have something warm and soft for our nest.I will see what I can find.”He flew down and saw the white wool on the bramble bush.“This is what I want,” said the bird.“Thank you, Bramble Bush.”The bird took some of the wool to his nest.Then he flew away to tell the other birds about the wool on the bramble bush.After that the sheep were kind to Bramble Bush.They often gave it wool for the birds to use in making their nests.
Mary had a little lamb,Its fleece was white as snow;And everywhere that Mary wentThe lamb was sure to go.It followed her to school one day,Which was against the rule;It made the children laugh and play,To see a lamb at school.So then the teacher turned it out,But still it lingered near,And waited patiently aboutTill Mary did appear.“What makes the lamb love Mary so?”The eager children cry;“Why, Mary loves the lamb, you know.’The teacher did reply.Sarah J. Hale.
Mary had a little lamb,Its fleece was white as snow;And everywhere that Mary wentThe lamb was sure to go.It followed her to school one day,Which was against the rule;It made the children laugh and play,To see a lamb at school.So then the teacher turned it out,But still it lingered near,And waited patiently aboutTill Mary did appear.“What makes the lamb love Mary so?”The eager children cry;“Why, Mary loves the lamb, you know.’The teacher did reply.Sarah J. Hale.
Mary had a little lamb,Its fleece was white as snow;And everywhere that Mary wentThe lamb was sure to go.
It followed her to school one day,Which was against the rule;It made the children laugh and play,To see a lamb at school.
So then the teacher turned it out,But still it lingered near,And waited patiently aboutTill Mary did appear.
“What makes the lamb love Mary so?”The eager children cry;“Why, Mary loves the lamb, you know.’The teacher did reply.Sarah J. Hale.
Was Mary’s lamb white or black?Where did the lamb go with Mary?What did the children ask?What did the teacher reply?What did the children do?What did the teacher do?What did the lamb do?What would you do if a lamb came to school?Do you live in the city or the country?Do you go to school?What is your teacher’s name?Have you a book?Can you read in it?What book do you like best?What story do you like best?
Was Mary’s lamb white or black?Where did the lamb go with Mary?What did the children ask?What did the teacher reply?What did the children do?What did the teacher do?What did the lamb do?What would you do if a lamb came to school?Do you live in the city or the country?Do you go to school?What is your teacher’s name?Have you a book?Can you read in it?What book do you like best?What story do you like best?
Was Mary’s lamb white or black?Where did the lamb go with Mary?What did the children ask?What did the teacher reply?What did the children do?What did the teacher do?What did the lamb do?What would you do if a lamb came to school?
Do you live in the city or the country?Do you go to school?What is your teacher’s name?Have you a book?Can you read in it?What book do you like best?What story do you like best?
Lucy lives on a farm.One day she and Father went to look at the sheep.“Oh, Father!” she said. “What a pretty lamb! May I have him?”“Yes!” said Father. “You may.”Lucy named him Lambkin.Every day she came and fed him.Lambkin loved her for she was kind to him.He followed her all over the farm.She did not like his dirty coat.So Father washed Lambkin in the brook.Now “its fleece was white as snow.”All summer Lambkin was Lucy’s playmate. What fun they had!
Lucy lives on a farm.One day she and Father went to look at the sheep.“Oh, Father!” she said. “What a pretty lamb! May I have him?”“Yes!” said Father. “You may.”Lucy named him Lambkin.Every day she came and fed him.Lambkin loved her for she was kind to him.He followed her all over the farm.She did not like his dirty coat.So Father washed Lambkin in the brook.Now “its fleece was white as snow.”All summer Lambkin was Lucy’s playmate. What fun they had!
Lucy lives on a farm.One day she and Father went to look at the sheep.“Oh, Father!” she said. “What a pretty lamb! May I have him?”“Yes!” said Father. “You may.”Lucy named him Lambkin.Every day she came and fed him.Lambkin loved her for she was kind to him.He followed her all over the farm.She did not like his dirty coat.So Father washed Lambkin in the brook.Now “its fleece was white as snow.”All summer Lambkin was Lucy’s playmate. What fun they had!
The next spring Father said, “I must cut off Lambkin’s wool.He is too warm.”Lucy watched Father cut off the pretty white fleece.“I wish I could have something made from Lambkin’s wool,” she said.“I will make you some mittens,” said Grandma.Mother made the wool into soft yarn.Then Grandma got her knitting needles and went to work at once.How the needles flew!So Lucy had her wish.She had some warm mittens made from Lambkin’s wool.
The next spring Father said, “I must cut off Lambkin’s wool.He is too warm.”Lucy watched Father cut off the pretty white fleece.“I wish I could have something made from Lambkin’s wool,” she said.“I will make you some mittens,” said Grandma.Mother made the wool into soft yarn.Then Grandma got her knitting needles and went to work at once.How the needles flew!So Lucy had her wish.She had some warm mittens made from Lambkin’s wool.
The next spring Father said, “I must cut off Lambkin’s wool.He is too warm.”Lucy watched Father cut off the pretty white fleece.
“I wish I could have something made from Lambkin’s wool,” she said.“I will make you some mittens,” said Grandma.Mother made the wool into soft yarn.Then Grandma got her knitting needles and went to work at once.How the needles flew!So Lucy had her wish.She had some warm mittens made from Lambkin’s wool.
A poor woodman lived in a little house near a great wood.He had three little girls.The oldest one did not like to work.The second one did not do as she was told.But the youngest girl was good and kind.One morning the woodman went to work.He said to the oldest little girl,“Bring me my dinner to-day.I will drop seeds along the path.Then you can find the way.”When the sun was high the oldest girl went into the wood.But she lost her way, for the birds had picked up all the seeds.On and on she went until it was dark.At last she came to a little house in the wood.There was a light at the window.
A poor woodman lived in a little house near a great wood.He had three little girls.The oldest one did not like to work.The second one did not do as she was told.But the youngest girl was good and kind.One morning the woodman went to work.He said to the oldest little girl,“Bring me my dinner to-day.I will drop seeds along the path.Then you can find the way.”When the sun was high the oldest girl went into the wood.But she lost her way, for the birds had picked up all the seeds.On and on she went until it was dark.At last she came to a little house in the wood.There was a light at the window.
A poor woodman lived in a little house near a great wood.He had three little girls.The oldest one did not like to work.The second one did not do as she was told.But the youngest girl was good and kind.One morning the woodman went to work.He said to the oldest little girl,“Bring me my dinner to-day.I will drop seeds along the path.Then you can find the way.”When the sun was high the oldest girl went into the wood.But she lost her way, for the birds had picked up all the seeds.On and on she went until it was dark.At last she came to a little house in the wood.There was a light at the window.
She knocked at the door, “Tap, tap, tap!”“Come in!” said a deep voice.She went into the house.An old man was sitting at a table.Near him she saw a cock, a hen, and a spotted cow.“May I stop here all night?” said the oldest girl.The old man looked at the animals and said,“Pretty cock,Pretty hen,And you spotted cow,What say you now?”“Yes,” said the animals.The oldest girl cooked a good supper.Then she and the old man sat down at the table and ate it.But she did not think of the poor animals.After supper the animals said,“You eat and you drink,Ofusyou do not think.So you shall have no bed,To rest your tired head.”Then she had to find her way home alone through the dark wood.
She knocked at the door, “Tap, tap, tap!”“Come in!” said a deep voice.She went into the house.An old man was sitting at a table.Near him she saw a cock, a hen, and a spotted cow.“May I stop here all night?” said the oldest girl.The old man looked at the animals and said,“Pretty cock,Pretty hen,And you spotted cow,What say you now?”“Yes,” said the animals.The oldest girl cooked a good supper.Then she and the old man sat down at the table and ate it.But she did not think of the poor animals.After supper the animals said,“You eat and you drink,Ofusyou do not think.So you shall have no bed,To rest your tired head.”Then she had to find her way home alone through the dark wood.
She knocked at the door, “Tap, tap, tap!”“Come in!” said a deep voice.She went into the house.An old man was sitting at a table.Near him she saw a cock, a hen, and a spotted cow.“May I stop here all night?” said the oldest girl.The old man looked at the animals and said,“Pretty cock,Pretty hen,And you spotted cow,What say you now?”“Yes,” said the animals.The oldest girl cooked a good supper.Then she and the old man sat down at the table and ate it.But she did not think of the poor animals.After supper the animals said,“You eat and you drink,Ofusyou do not think.So you shall have no bed,To rest your tired head.”Then she had to find her way home alone through the dark wood.
The next morning the woodman went into the wood.He said to the second little girl,“Bring me my dinner to-day.I will drop larger seeds along the path.Then you can find the way.”At noon the second girl set out.But the blackbirds had picked up all the seeds.She went on and on through the wood.At night she came to the little house in the wood.“May I stop here all night?” said the second girl.“I have lost my way.”The old man said,“Pretty cock,Pretty hen,And you spotted cow,What say you now?”“Yes,” said the animals.The second girl cooked a good supper.Then she sat down and ate and drank with the old man.But the poor animals did not have any supper.So they said,“You eat and you drink,Ofusyou do not think.So you shall have no bed,To rest your tired head.”Then she, too, had to find her way home alone through the dark wood.
The next morning the woodman went into the wood.He said to the second little girl,“Bring me my dinner to-day.I will drop larger seeds along the path.Then you can find the way.”At noon the second girl set out.But the blackbirds had picked up all the seeds.She went on and on through the wood.At night she came to the little house in the wood.“May I stop here all night?” said the second girl.“I have lost my way.”The old man said,“Pretty cock,Pretty hen,And you spotted cow,What say you now?”“Yes,” said the animals.The second girl cooked a good supper.Then she sat down and ate and drank with the old man.But the poor animals did not have any supper.So they said,“You eat and you drink,Ofusyou do not think.So you shall have no bed,To rest your tired head.”Then she, too, had to find her way home alone through the dark wood.
The next morning the woodman went into the wood.He said to the second little girl,“Bring me my dinner to-day.I will drop larger seeds along the path.Then you can find the way.”At noon the second girl set out.But the blackbirds had picked up all the seeds.She went on and on through the wood.At night she came to the little house in the wood.“May I stop here all night?” said the second girl.“I have lost my way.”The old man said,“Pretty cock,Pretty hen,And you spotted cow,What say you now?”“Yes,” said the animals.The second girl cooked a good supper.Then she sat down and ate and drank with the old man.But the poor animals did not have any supper.So they said,“You eat and you drink,Ofusyou do not think.So you shall have no bed,To rest your tired head.”Then she, too, had to find her way home alone through the dark wood.
The next morning the woodman said to the youngest girl,“Bring me my dinner to-day.I will drop corn along the path.Then you can find your way.”At noon the youngest girl went into the wood.The doves had picked up the corn and she, too, lost her way.At night she saw a light and came to the house in the wood.“May I stop here all night?” she asked.The old man said to the animals,“Pretty cock,Pretty hen,And you spotted cow,What say you now?”“Yes,” said the three.The youngest girl went over to the animals and petted them.She cooked a good supper for the old man.But before she sat down to eat she gave the cow some hay.Then she gave the cock and the hen some corn.“Eat this, dear animals,” she said.“Then I will bring you some water.”After supper the animals said to the old man,“She is kind and good.Let her stay with us,In the house in the wood.”
The next morning the woodman said to the youngest girl,“Bring me my dinner to-day.I will drop corn along the path.Then you can find your way.”At noon the youngest girl went into the wood.The doves had picked up the corn and she, too, lost her way.At night she saw a light and came to the house in the wood.“May I stop here all night?” she asked.The old man said to the animals,“Pretty cock,Pretty hen,And you spotted cow,What say you now?”“Yes,” said the three.The youngest girl went over to the animals and petted them.She cooked a good supper for the old man.But before she sat down to eat she gave the cow some hay.Then she gave the cock and the hen some corn.“Eat this, dear animals,” she said.“Then I will bring you some water.”After supper the animals said to the old man,“She is kind and good.Let her stay with us,In the house in the wood.”
The next morning the woodman said to the youngest girl,“Bring me my dinner to-day.I will drop corn along the path.Then you can find your way.”At noon the youngest girl went into the wood.The doves had picked up the corn and she, too, lost her way.
At night she saw a light and came to the house in the wood.“May I stop here all night?” she asked.The old man said to the animals,“Pretty cock,Pretty hen,And you spotted cow,What say you now?”“Yes,” said the three.The youngest girl went over to the animals and petted them.She cooked a good supper for the old man.But before she sat down to eat she gave the cow some hay.Then she gave the cock and the hen some corn.“Eat this, dear animals,” she said.“Then I will bring you some water.”After supper the animals said to the old man,“She is kind and good.Let her stay with us,In the house in the wood.”
Just then the youngest girl saw a bright light.She covered her eyes.When she looked up she was in a beautiful castle.The old man was gone.He was now a king’s son.The three animals had changed to three men.“You were kind and good to my animals,” said the king’s son.“So this is your castle.”Then the youngest girl sent for her father and sisters.They all lived happily together in the beautiful castle.Jacob and William Grimm (adapted).
Just then the youngest girl saw a bright light.She covered her eyes.When she looked up she was in a beautiful castle.The old man was gone.He was now a king’s son.The three animals had changed to three men.“You were kind and good to my animals,” said the king’s son.“So this is your castle.”Then the youngest girl sent for her father and sisters.They all lived happily together in the beautiful castle.Jacob and William Grimm (adapted).
Just then the youngest girl saw a bright light.She covered her eyes.When she looked up she was in a beautiful castle.The old man was gone.He was now a king’s son.The three animals had changed to three men.“You were kind and good to my animals,” said the king’s son.“So this is your castle.”Then the youngest girl sent for her father and sisters.They all lived happily together in the beautiful castle.Jacob and William Grimm (adapted).
In my little garden bedRaked so nicely over.First the tiny seeds I sow.Then with soft earth cover.Shining down, the great round sunShines upon it often;Little raindrops, pattering down,Help the seeds to soften.Then the little plant awakes!Down the roots go creeping.Up it lifts its little headThrough the brown earth peeping.Higher and higher still it growsThrough the summer hours,’Till some happy day the budsOpen into flowers.Emilie Poulsson.
In my little garden bedRaked so nicely over.First the tiny seeds I sow.Then with soft earth cover.Shining down, the great round sunShines upon it often;Little raindrops, pattering down,Help the seeds to soften.Then the little plant awakes!Down the roots go creeping.Up it lifts its little headThrough the brown earth peeping.Higher and higher still it growsThrough the summer hours,’Till some happy day the budsOpen into flowers.Emilie Poulsson.
In my little garden bedRaked so nicely over.First the tiny seeds I sow.Then with soft earth cover.
Shining down, the great round sunShines upon it often;Little raindrops, pattering down,Help the seeds to soften.
Then the little plant awakes!Down the roots go creeping.Up it lifts its little headThrough the brown earth peeping.
Higher and higher still it growsThrough the summer hours,’Till some happy day the budsOpen into flowers.Emilie Poulsson.
Once there was a little girl named Amy.She liked to play in the garden and hear the birds sing.She said the flowers and birds talked to her.One day her mother said, “Amy, you are a large girl now.You must help me a little.Every day I will give you something to do.”“Oh Mother!” said Amy, “I do not like to work.Please let me go into the woods and play.”“Yes,” said her mother. “You may go and play.I have no work for you to do just now.”So away Amy ran through the pleasant garden into the woods.
Once there was a little girl named Amy.She liked to play in the garden and hear the birds sing.She said the flowers and birds talked to her.One day her mother said, “Amy, you are a large girl now.You must help me a little.Every day I will give you something to do.”“Oh Mother!” said Amy, “I do not like to work.Please let me go into the woods and play.”“Yes,” said her mother. “You may go and play.I have no work for you to do just now.”So away Amy ran through the pleasant garden into the woods.
Once there was a little girl named Amy.She liked to play in the garden and hear the birds sing.She said the flowers and birds talked to her.One day her mother said, “Amy, you are a large girl now.You must help me a little.Every day I will give you something to do.”“Oh Mother!” said Amy, “I do not like to work.Please let me go into the woods and play.”“Yes,” said her mother. “You may go and play.I have no work for you to do just now.”So away Amy ran through the pleasant garden into the woods.
She saw a pretty squirrel and said,“Dear squirrel, do you play and eat nuts all day long?You do not work, do you?”“Not work?” said the squirrel.“Why, I am busy now.I must put these nuts in my nest to eat next winter.I can not stop to play with you.”Just then a bee flew by.“Tell me, bee!” said Amy.“Have you work to do?”
She saw a pretty squirrel and said,“Dear squirrel, do you play and eat nuts all day long?You do not work, do you?”“Not work?” said the squirrel.“Why, I am busy now.I must put these nuts in my nest to eat next winter.I can not stop to play with you.”Just then a bee flew by.“Tell me, bee!” said Amy.“Have you work to do?”
She saw a pretty squirrel and said,“Dear squirrel, do you play and eat nuts all day long?You do not work, do you?”“Not work?” said the squirrel.“Why, I am busy now.I must put these nuts in my nest to eat next winter.I can not stop to play with you.”Just then a bee flew by.“Tell me, bee!” said Amy.“Have you work to do?”
“Buzz! Buzz!” said the bee.“I am busy now getting honey from the flowers.I can not stop to play with you.Amy walked through the woods.By and by she met an ant with a piece of sugar.“I wish you would come and play with me,” said Amy.“I am too busy to play with you,” said the ant.“I must carry this sugar home for the little ants to eat.”
“Buzz! Buzz!” said the bee.“I am busy now getting honey from the flowers.I can not stop to play with you.Amy walked through the woods.By and by she met an ant with a piece of sugar.“I wish you would come and play with me,” said Amy.“I am too busy to play with you,” said the ant.“I must carry this sugar home for the little ants to eat.”
“Buzz! Buzz!” said the bee.“I am busy now getting honey from the flowers.I can not stop to play with you.Amy walked through the woods.By and by she met an ant with a piece of sugar.“I wish you would come and play with me,” said Amy.“I am too busy to play with you,” said the ant.“I must carry this sugar home for the little ants to eat.”
Amy sat down under a tree to think about it.“The squirrels, the bees, and the ants work from morning till night,” said Amy.“I will ask the flowers if they have to work.”So she ran into the garden.“Do flowers have to work?” she said to a pretty red clover.“My dear Amy,” said the red clover, “the flowers must all work.We are busy now making honey for the bees.That is why we are so happy.”Amy ran home to her mother and said, “I have come back to help you, Mother dear.The squirrels, the bees, the ants and the flowers all have work to do.I should like to work, too.”“You may help me sew,” said her mother.“Then you will be happy, like the squirrels, the bees, the ants, and the flowers.”
Amy sat down under a tree to think about it.“The squirrels, the bees, and the ants work from morning till night,” said Amy.“I will ask the flowers if they have to work.”So she ran into the garden.“Do flowers have to work?” she said to a pretty red clover.“My dear Amy,” said the red clover, “the flowers must all work.We are busy now making honey for the bees.That is why we are so happy.”Amy ran home to her mother and said, “I have come back to help you, Mother dear.The squirrels, the bees, the ants and the flowers all have work to do.I should like to work, too.”“You may help me sew,” said her mother.“Then you will be happy, like the squirrels, the bees, the ants, and the flowers.”
Amy sat down under a tree to think about it.“The squirrels, the bees, and the ants work from morning till night,” said Amy.“I will ask the flowers if they have to work.”So she ran into the garden.“Do flowers have to work?” she said to a pretty red clover.“My dear Amy,” said the red clover, “the flowers must all work.We are busy now making honey for the bees.That is why we are so happy.”Amy ran home to her mother and said, “I have come back to help you, Mother dear.The squirrels, the bees, the ants and the flowers all have work to do.I should like to work, too.”“You may help me sew,” said her mother.“Then you will be happy, like the squirrels, the bees, the ants, and the flowers.”
Once there were three brothers.Not far from where they lived was the king’s castle.A large oak tree grew beside the door.It made the castle very dark.So the king said, “This tree must be cut down.”But no one could cut it down.The more they cut the larger the tree grew.The king’s castle was on a high hill.Every drop of water had to be carried up the hill.So the king said, “I must have a well that will hold water all the year.”But no one could dig the well.At last the king said, “I will give half my kingdom to the man who will cut down the tree and dig the well.”
Once there were three brothers.Not far from where they lived was the king’s castle.A large oak tree grew beside the door.It made the castle very dark.So the king said, “This tree must be cut down.”But no one could cut it down.The more they cut the larger the tree grew.The king’s castle was on a high hill.Every drop of water had to be carried up the hill.So the king said, “I must have a well that will hold water all the year.”But no one could dig the well.At last the king said, “I will give half my kingdom to the man who will cut down the tree and dig the well.”
Once there were three brothers.Not far from where they lived was the king’s castle.A large oak tree grew beside the door.It made the castle very dark.So the king said, “This tree must be cut down.”But no one could cut it down.The more they cut the larger the tree grew.The king’s castle was on a high hill.Every drop of water had to be carried up the hill.So the king said, “I must have a well that will hold water all the year.”But no one could dig the well.At last the king said, “I will give half my kingdom to the man who will cut down the tree and dig the well.”
The three brothers set out to go to the king’s castle.On their way they passed through a great wood.By and by they heard something chopping and cutting.“I wonder what it is that is cutting and chopping,” said the youngest brother.“Did you never hear woodmen before? asked the brothers.“Oh, yes!” said the youngest brother.“But I should like to know what it is that we hear.I am going to find out.”So away he went.Far off in the woods he saw an ax chopping all alone.“Good morning, Ax,” he said.“Are you cutting here all by yourself?”“Yes,” said the ax.“I have been chopping here a hundred years, waiting for you.“Well, here I am,” said the youngest brother.He put the ax in his bag.Then he ran off to catch up with his brothers.
The three brothers set out to go to the king’s castle.On their way they passed through a great wood.By and by they heard something chopping and cutting.“I wonder what it is that is cutting and chopping,” said the youngest brother.“Did you never hear woodmen before? asked the brothers.“Oh, yes!” said the youngest brother.“But I should like to know what it is that we hear.I am going to find out.”So away he went.Far off in the woods he saw an ax chopping all alone.“Good morning, Ax,” he said.“Are you cutting here all by yourself?”“Yes,” said the ax.“I have been chopping here a hundred years, waiting for you.“Well, here I am,” said the youngest brother.He put the ax in his bag.Then he ran off to catch up with his brothers.
The three brothers set out to go to the king’s castle.On their way they passed through a great wood.By and by they heard something chopping and cutting.“I wonder what it is that is cutting and chopping,” said the youngest brother.“Did you never hear woodmen before? asked the brothers.“Oh, yes!” said the youngest brother.“But I should like to know what it is that we hear.I am going to find out.”So away he went.Far off in the woods he saw an ax chopping all alone.“Good morning, Ax,” he said.“Are you cutting here all by yourself?”“Yes,” said the ax.“I have been chopping here a hundred years, waiting for you.“Well, here I am,” said the youngest brother.He put the ax in his bag.Then he ran off to catch up with his brothers.
The three brothers walked on together.By and by they came to a high hill.They heard something picking and digging.“I wonder what it is that is picking,” said the youngest brother.“Did you never hear a woodpecker before?” asked the brothers.“Yes, I have,” said the youngest brother.But I should like to know what it is that we hear.I am going to find out.”The brothers laughed at him, but away he went.Far off in the wood he saw a pick digging all alone.“Good morning, Pick,” he said.“Are you digging here all by yourself?“Yes,” said the pick.“I have been picking here a hundred years, waiting for you.”“Well, here I am,” said the youngest brother.He put the pick in his bag.Then he ran down to his brothers.
The three brothers walked on together.By and by they came to a high hill.They heard something picking and digging.“I wonder what it is that is picking,” said the youngest brother.“Did you never hear a woodpecker before?” asked the brothers.“Yes, I have,” said the youngest brother.But I should like to know what it is that we hear.I am going to find out.”The brothers laughed at him, but away he went.Far off in the wood he saw a pick digging all alone.“Good morning, Pick,” he said.“Are you digging here all by yourself?“Yes,” said the pick.“I have been picking here a hundred years, waiting for you.”“Well, here I am,” said the youngest brother.He put the pick in his bag.Then he ran down to his brothers.
The three brothers walked on together.By and by they came to a high hill.They heard something picking and digging.“I wonder what it is that is picking,” said the youngest brother.“Did you never hear a woodpecker before?” asked the brothers.“Yes, I have,” said the youngest brother.But I should like to know what it is that we hear.I am going to find out.”The brothers laughed at him, but away he went.Far off in the wood he saw a pick digging all alone.“Good morning, Pick,” he said.“Are you digging here all by yourself?“Yes,” said the pick.“I have been picking here a hundred years, waiting for you.”“Well, here I am,” said the youngest brother.He put the pick in his bag.Then he ran down to his brothers.
On they went together until they came to a brook.They sat down there to rest and to get a drink of water.“I wonder where the brook comes from, said the youngest brother.Well, did you never see a brook before?” asked the brothers.
On they went together until they came to a brook.They sat down there to rest and to get a drink of water.“I wonder where the brook comes from, said the youngest brother.Well, did you never see a brook before?” asked the brothers.
On they went together until they came to a brook.They sat down there to rest and to get a drink of water.“I wonder where the brook comes from, said the youngest brother.Well, did you never see a brook before?” asked the brothers.
“Yes,” he said, “but I wonder where it comes from.”So he followed the brook.At last he saw a tiny stream come out of a walnut.“Good morning, Walnut,” he said.“Are you here all alone?”“Yes,” said the walnut.“The water has been running here a hundred years, waiting for you.”“Here I am,” said the youngest brother.He put some moss in the hole in the walnut.Then he put it in his bag.“Did you find where the water came from?” asked the brothers.“Yes,” said the youngest brother.“It came out of a hole.”
“Yes,” he said, “but I wonder where it comes from.”So he followed the brook.At last he saw a tiny stream come out of a walnut.“Good morning, Walnut,” he said.“Are you here all alone?”“Yes,” said the walnut.“The water has been running here a hundred years, waiting for you.”“Here I am,” said the youngest brother.He put some moss in the hole in the walnut.Then he put it in his bag.“Did you find where the water came from?” asked the brothers.“Yes,” said the youngest brother.“It came out of a hole.”
“Yes,” he said, “but I wonder where it comes from.”So he followed the brook.At last he saw a tiny stream come out of a walnut.“Good morning, Walnut,” he said.“Are you here all alone?”“Yes,” said the walnut.“The water has been running here a hundred years, waiting for you.”“Here I am,” said the youngest brother.He put some moss in the hole in the walnut.Then he put it in his bag.“Did you find where the water came from?” asked the brothers.“Yes,” said the youngest brother.“It came out of a hole.”
The three brothers walked on until they came to the king’s castle.So many men had tried to cut down the tree that it was now very large.At last the king said, “Every man who tries to cut the tree and can not do it must leave the country.”The oldest brother tried to cut down the tree.But when the tree grew larger they sent him out of the country.Then the second brother tried.He could not do it, so they sent him out of the country.“Now it is my turn,” said the youngest brother.He took his ax from the bag, and cut into the tree.
The three brothers walked on until they came to the king’s castle.So many men had tried to cut down the tree that it was now very large.At last the king said, “Every man who tries to cut the tree and can not do it must leave the country.”The oldest brother tried to cut down the tree.But when the tree grew larger they sent him out of the country.Then the second brother tried.He could not do it, so they sent him out of the country.“Now it is my turn,” said the youngest brother.He took his ax from the bag, and cut into the tree.
The three brothers walked on until they came to the king’s castle.So many men had tried to cut down the tree that it was now very large.At last the king said, “Every man who tries to cut the tree and can not do it must leave the country.”The oldest brother tried to cut down the tree.But when the tree grew larger they sent him out of the country.Then the second brother tried.He could not do it, so they sent him out of the country.“Now it is my turn,” said the youngest brother.He took his ax from the bag, and cut into the tree.
“My ax, cut for yourself,” he said.The ax chopped and chopped.Soon the great oak tree fell down.Then he took his pick from the bag.“My pick, dig for yourself,” he said.You never saw such picking and digging.Soon it had dug a great deep hole.Next he took out his walnut.He took the moss from the hole, then dropped the walnut far down into the well.“Water, run,” he said.Soon the well was full of water.The youngest brother had cut down the tree and dug the well.The king gave him half of his kingdom.
“My ax, cut for yourself,” he said.The ax chopped and chopped.Soon the great oak tree fell down.Then he took his pick from the bag.“My pick, dig for yourself,” he said.You never saw such picking and digging.Soon it had dug a great deep hole.Next he took out his walnut.He took the moss from the hole, then dropped the walnut far down into the well.“Water, run,” he said.Soon the well was full of water.The youngest brother had cut down the tree and dug the well.The king gave him half of his kingdom.
“My ax, cut for yourself,” he said.The ax chopped and chopped.Soon the great oak tree fell down.Then he took his pick from the bag.“My pick, dig for yourself,” he said.You never saw such picking and digging.Soon it had dug a great deep hole.Next he took out his walnut.He took the moss from the hole, then dropped the walnut far down into the well.“Water, run,” he said.Soon the well was full of water.The youngest brother had cut down the tree and dug the well.The king gave him half of his kingdom.
A lark built her nest in a field of wheat.After a while there were five little larks in the nest.One day the farmer and his son came into the field.The farmer looked at the wheat and said, “This wheat is ripe.It must be cut.We will get our friends to come and help us.”“Oh, Mother!” said the little ones.“The farmer says the wheat must be cut.What shall we do?We are not strong enough to fly.”“We need not fly away to-day,” said the mother lark.“But are you not afraid?” asked the little ones.“No,” said the mother lark.“The farmer’s friends will not cut his wheat.”
A lark built her nest in a field of wheat.After a while there were five little larks in the nest.One day the farmer and his son came into the field.The farmer looked at the wheat and said, “This wheat is ripe.It must be cut.We will get our friends to come and help us.”“Oh, Mother!” said the little ones.“The farmer says the wheat must be cut.What shall we do?We are not strong enough to fly.”“We need not fly away to-day,” said the mother lark.“But are you not afraid?” asked the little ones.“No,” said the mother lark.“The farmer’s friends will not cut his wheat.”
A lark built her nest in a field of wheat.After a while there were five little larks in the nest.One day the farmer and his son came into the field.The farmer looked at the wheat and said, “This wheat is ripe.It must be cut.We will get our friends to come and help us.”“Oh, Mother!” said the little ones.“The farmer says the wheat must be cut.What shall we do?We are not strong enough to fly.”“We need not fly away to-day,” said the mother lark.“But are you not afraid?” asked the little ones.“No,” said the mother lark.“The farmer’s friends will not cut his wheat.”
In a day or two the farmer and his son came again to the field.“Where are your friends?” said the farmer.“This wheat is ripe. It must be cut.”But the farmer’s friends did not come to help him.At last the farmer said to his son,“This wheat must be cut.In the morning I will cut it myself.You may help me, my son.”“Oh, Mother!” said the little ones,“Must we fly away to-day?”“Yes,” said the mother lark.“It is time for us to fly away.In the morning the wheat will be cut.”
In a day or two the farmer and his son came again to the field.“Where are your friends?” said the farmer.“This wheat is ripe. It must be cut.”But the farmer’s friends did not come to help him.At last the farmer said to his son,“This wheat must be cut.In the morning I will cut it myself.You may help me, my son.”“Oh, Mother!” said the little ones,“Must we fly away to-day?”“Yes,” said the mother lark.“It is time for us to fly away.In the morning the wheat will be cut.”
In a day or two the farmer and his son came again to the field.“Where are your friends?” said the farmer.“This wheat is ripe. It must be cut.”But the farmer’s friends did not come to help him.At last the farmer said to his son,“This wheat must be cut.In the morning I will cut it myself.You may help me, my son.”“Oh, Mother!” said the little ones,“Must we fly away to-day?”“Yes,” said the mother lark.“It is time for us to fly away.In the morning the wheat will be cut.”
What does little birdie say,In her nest at peep of day?“Let me fly,” says little birdie;“Mother, let me fly away.”Birdie, rest a little longer,Till the little wings are stronger.So she rests a little longer,Then she flies away.What does little baby say,In her bed at peep of day?Baby says, like little birdie,“Let me rise and fly away.”Baby, sleep a little longer,Till the little limbs are stronger.If she sleeps a little longer,Baby, too, shall fly away.Alfred Tennyson.
What does little birdie say,In her nest at peep of day?“Let me fly,” says little birdie;“Mother, let me fly away.”Birdie, rest a little longer,Till the little wings are stronger.So she rests a little longer,Then she flies away.What does little baby say,In her bed at peep of day?Baby says, like little birdie,“Let me rise and fly away.”Baby, sleep a little longer,Till the little limbs are stronger.If she sleeps a little longer,Baby, too, shall fly away.Alfred Tennyson.
What does little birdie say,In her nest at peep of day?“Let me fly,” says little birdie;“Mother, let me fly away.”Birdie, rest a little longer,Till the little wings are stronger.So she rests a little longer,Then she flies away.What does little baby say,In her bed at peep of day?Baby says, like little birdie,“Let me rise and fly away.”Baby, sleep a little longer,Till the little limbs are stronger.If she sleeps a little longer,Baby, too, shall fly away.Alfred Tennyson.
Thefollowing is a list of the words used in the First Reader, omitting those previously used in the Primer. They are grouped by pages, in the order in which they first occur.