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CLASSIFIED CONTENTS

Fables

The Larks and the Farmer The Ant and the Grassho-

pper

One Good Trick

The Goose and the Golden Eggs

Th e Cat, the Monkey, and the Chestnuts

The Dog and his Shadow The Hare and the Tortoise Th e Town Mouse and the

Country Mouse

The Milkmaid

Fairy and Classical Tales

Chicken-little

The Little Pine Tree

The Three Billy Goats Gruff Little Red Riding Hood

The Snow Man

The Three Bears

Half Chick

The Shoemaker and the Elves

The Golden Touch

Child Stories

The Good Soldier

The Voice in the Wood

In a Minute

Bessie and the Birds

The Way to have a Good Game

A Kind Brother

James and his Army

Too Many Dolls

The Young Artist

Piccola

History and Biography

A Kind Girl

Little George Washington

Nature Study

A Bird’s Story

The Story of a Leaf Sheep

A Useful Animal

Feathers

Habits of Flowers

Only a Snail

Wasps

The Wasp and the Bee The Garden Spider Frogs

A Talk about Redcoat John’s New Horse

Poems

Little Kitty

The New Moon

The Robins

The Wind and the Leaves

Good-bye, Pretty Butterfl

How to Do It

The Cow

Bird Thoughts

Two Little Kittens

The Clucking Hen

The Bee and the Flower Little Ducks

Boats Sail on the Rivers The Lost Doll

Little White Lily

The Song of the Bee

My Shadow

Little Things

Where Go the Boats?

Who Stole the Bird’s Nest A Spring Morning

The City and the Garden Mouse

Lady Moon

America

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The Larks and The Farmer

done wait might

farmer

should cousin

better

1. A lark once had her nest in a wheat field. Every day she flew off to find food for her young ones

2. One day when she was away the farmer came into the field.

3. “This wheat is ripe,” he said. “I will get my friends to help me cut it.”

4. When the lark came home, her young ones chirped, “O mother, we must fly away at once. The farmer has gone for his friends. They are to help him cut his wheat.”

5. “Oh,” said their mother, “then we can stay here a little longer.”

6. After a time the farmer came again.

“My friends have not come,” he said. “It will be better not to wait for them. I will go to my cousins and get them to help me.”

7. That night, the little larks said, “O mother, the farmer has gone to get his cousins to help him. Must we go now?”

8. “Oh, no,” said the mother. “We can still stay a little longer.”

9. In a day or two the farmer came back.

“My cousins have not come,” he said. “This work should be done at once. I see I might as well do it myself. In the morning I will come and cut this wheat.”

10. That night the young larks said, “O mother, the farmer says he will cut the wheat himself. Should we not go?”

11. “Yes, my children,” said the mother lark. “Now we must fly away at once. The wheat is sure to be cut. The farmer is to do it himself.” 4t3MLHB0+HGCCqzUxVOdXv0SvHprWZja9a0wkfKz2+TCov+nNXFk//Nb09K/42a5



The Good soLdier

kept

pressed

box

hat

kitten redder

squeak wood

“What a good soldier;” said Frank.

1. The soldier was made of wood. He had a red coat and a black hat.

2. He stood still and held up his gun. He never took his eyes away from Frank’s toy kitten.

3. The kitten sat on a little box. When any one pressed the box, there was a squeak.

4. You might think it was the kitten that squeaked. Maybe the little soldier could tell if it was the kitten, but he did not.

5. Frank had set the soldier to watch the kitten. As long as the soldier held up his gun and kept his eyes on her, she did not try to run away.

6. But if he had put down his gun, who knows what she would have done?

7. “What a good little soldier!” said Frank. “I can run out and play now, for he will watch my kitten.”

8. “Yes,” said Frank’s mother; “he will watch better than a little boy I know. The little boy was to watch the baby. But he went off to play with his ball, and let the baby burnits hand.”

9. The little soldier still stood there, and did not say a word. He kept on looking at the kitten. His coat looked as red as ever, but Frank’s face was redder. Frank was thinking of the baby’s hand.

sing sang sung song

ring rang rung long

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