{"collection":"myth-cosmogony","full_text_available":true,"graph_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/v2/api/page/gutenberg_38412/graph","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/v2/page/gutenberg_38412","id":"gutenberg_38412","license":"Public Domain (US)","rights_basis":"gutenberg_metadata_copyright_false","source":"gutenberg","source_url":"https://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/38412","summary":null,"tags":["Category: Children & Young Adult Reading","Category: Mythology, Legends & Folklore","Category: Poetry","Category: Short Stories","Readers"],"text":"Produced by Juliet Sutherland, Matthew Wheaton and the\nOnline Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n    [Illustration:\n\n\n\n\n    THE YOUNG AND FIELD LITERARY READERS\n\n    _Book Two_\n\n    BY\n\n    ELLA FLAGG YOUNG\n\n\n    _Superintendent of the Chicago Public Schools_\n\n    AND\n\n    WALTER TAYLOR FIELD\n\n    _Author of \"Fingerposts to Children's Reading,\" \"Rome,\" Etc_\n\n    _Illustrated by Maginel Wright Enright_\n\n\n    GINN AND COMPANY\n    BOSTON . NEW YORK . CHICAGO . LONDON]\n\n\n    COPYRIGHT, 1916, BY ELLA FLAGG YOUNG\n\n    AND WALTER TAYLOR FIELD\n\n    ALL RIGHTS RESERVED\n\n    116.3\n\n\n    The Athenaeum Press\n\n    GINN AND COMPANY . PROPRIETORS .\n    BOSTON . U.S.A.\n\n\n\n\nTO THE BOYS AND GIRLS\n\n\nDear Boys and Girls:\n\nDo you like fairy stories?\n\nYou do not need to tell us.\n\nWe know you like them.\n\nSo we are going to give you some to read.\n\nYou may have heard some of these stories before, but not many of them.\n\nSome have come from far across the sea, and some have come from our\nown country.\n\nMothers have told them to their children again and again, and children\nhave never been tired of them.\n\nWe think you will like them, too.\n\n\n\n\nACKNOWLEDGMENTS\n\n\nThe poems of Mr. Frank Dempster Sherman and Miss Abbie Farwell Brown\nare used by special arrangement with the Houghton Mifflin Company,\npublishers.\n\nAcknowledgments are also due to the following publishers and authors\nfor permission to use copyrighted material: to Charles Scribner's Sons\nfor poems from Robert Louis Stevenson's \"A Child's Garden of Verses\"\nand Mrs. Mary Mapes Dodge's \"Rhymes and Jingles\"; to the Macmillan\nCompany for poems from Christina Rossetti's \"Sing Song\"; to Little,\nBrown, and Company for poems from Mrs. Laura E. Richards's \"In My\nNursery\"; to G. P. Putnam's Sons for the use of Sir George Webbe\nDasent's version of the story \"East of the Sun and West of the Moon,\"\nfrom \"Popular Tales from the Norse,\" as the basis for our story of the\nsame name; to the A. Flanagan Company and Miss Flora J. Cooke for the\nuse of \"The Rainbow Bridge,\" from Miss Cooke's \"Nature Myths,\" in a\nsimilar way; to Miss Marion Florence Lansing for permission to adapt\nher dramatized Hindu Tale, \"The Man's Boot,\" from \"Quaint Old\nStories,\" in our story \"The Shoe\"; to Mr. William Hawley Smith for\npermission to use his poem \"A Child's Prayer.\"\n\n\n\n\n    CONTENTS\n\n\n    ENGLISH FAIRY TALES\n      CHILDE ROWLAND\n      TOM TIT TOT\n\n    POEMS BY CHRISTINA ROSSETTI\n      LAMBKINS\n      FERRY ME ACROSS THE WATER\n      CORAL\n      THE SWALLOW\n      WRENS AND ROBINS\n      BOATS SAIL ON THE RIVERS\n\n    FABLES FROM AESOP\n      THE LION AND THE MOUSE\n      THE HONEST WOODCUTTER\n      THE WOLF AND THE CRANE\n      THE TOWN MOUSE AND THE COUNTRY MOUSE\n      THE WIND AND THE SUN\n      THE ANT AND THE DOVE\n      THE LARK AND HER NEST\n      THE DOG AND HIS SHADOW\n      THE FOX AND THE GRAPES\n\n    POEMS BY MARY MAPES DODGE\n      FOUR LITTLE BIRDS\n      IN THE BASKET\n      COUSIN JEREMY\n      LITTLE MISS LIMBERKIN\n      SNOWFLAKES\n      HOLLYHOCK\n\n    GERMAN FAIRY TALES\n      THE LITTLE PINE TREE\n      THE FAITHFUL BEASTS\n\n    POEMS BY ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON\n      WHERE GO THE BOATS?\n      AT THE SEASIDE\n      RAIN\n      AUTUMN FIRES\n      THE WIND\n\n    HINDU FABLES\n      THE TIMID HARES\n      THE SHOE\n      THE CAMEL AND THE JACKAL\n\n    POEMS BY LAURA E. RICHARDS\n      THE BUMBLEBEE\n      LITTLE BROWN BOBBY\n      JIPPY AND JIMMY\n      THE SONG OF THE CORN POPPER\n\n    A FRENCH FAIRY TALE\n      THE FAIRY\n\n    A NORSE FOLK TALE\n      EAST OF THE SUN AND WEST OF THE MOON\n\n    POEMS BY ABBIE FARWELL BROWN\n      THE SAILOR\n      A MUSIC BOX\n\n    AMERICAN INDIAN LEGENDS\n      LITTLE SCAR-FACE\n      THE HUNTER WHO FORGOT\n      THE WATER LILY\n\n    RUSSIAN FABLES\n      FORTUNE AND THE BEGGAR\n      THE SPIDER AND THE BEE\n      THE STONE AND THE WORM\n      THE FOX IN THE ICE\n\n    POEMS BY FRANK DEMPSTER SHERMAN\n      CLOUDS\n      GHOST FAIRIES\n      DAISIES\n\n    OLD GREEK STORIES\n      THE SUN, THE MOON, AND THE STAR GIANT\n      THE WIND AND THE CLOUDS\n      THE RAINBOW BRIDGE\n\n    POEMS OLD AND NEW\n      THANK YOU, PRETTY COW   _Jane Taylor_\n      PLAYGROUNDS             _Laurence Alma-Tadema_\n      SLEEP, BABY, SLEEP      _German Cradle Song_\n      A CHILD'S PRAYER        _William Hawley Smith_\n\n    LISTS OF WORDS FOR PHONETIC DRILL\n\n    LIST OF NEW WORDS ARRANGED BY LESSONS\n\n\n\n\nTHE YOUNG AND FIELD LITERARY READERS\n\nBOOK TWO\n\n\n\n\nENGLISH FAIRY TALES\n\n\nCHILDE ROWLAND\n\nOnce upon a time there was a little princess.\n\nHer name was Ellen.\n\nShe lived with her mother the queen in a great house by the sea.\n\nShe had three brothers.\n\nOne day, as they were playing ball, one of her brothers threw the ball\nover the house.\n\nEllen ran to get it, but she did not come back.\n\nThe three brothers looked for her.\n\nThey looked and looked, but they could not find her.\n\nDay after day went by.\n\nAt last the oldest brother went to a wise man and asked what to do.\n\n\"The princess is with the elves. She is in the Dark Tower,\" said the\nwise man.\n\n\"Where is the Dark Tower?\" asked the oldest brother.\n\n\"It is far away,\" said the wise man. \"You cannot find it.\"\n\n\"I can and I will find it. Tell me where it is,\" said the oldest\nbrother.\n\nThe wise man told him, and the oldest brother set off at once.\n\nThe other brothers waited.\n\nThey waited long, but the oldest brother did not come back.\n\nThen the next brother went to the wise man.\n\nThe wise man told him as he had told the oldest brother.\n\nThen the next brother set out to find the Dark Tower.\n\nThe youngest brother waited.\n\nHe waited long, but no one came.\n\nNow the youngest brother was called Childe Rowland.\n\nAt last Childe Rowland went to his mother the queen and said:\n\n\"Mother, let me go and find the Dark Tower and bring home Ellen and my\nbrothers.\"\n\n\"I cannot let you go. You are all that I have, now,\" said the queen.\n\nBut Childe Rowland asked again and again, till at last the queen said,\n\"Go, my boy.\"\n\nThen she gave him his father's sword, and he set out.\n\nHe went to the wise man and asked the way.\n\nThe wise man told him and said:\n\n\"I will tell you two things. One thing is for you to do, and one thing\nis for you not to do.\n\n\"The thing to do is this: When you get to the country of the elves,\ntake hold of your father's sword, pull it out quickly, and cut off the\nhead of any one who speaks to you, till you find the princess Ellen.\n\n\"The thing not to do is this: Bite no bit and drink no drop till you\ncome back. Go hungry and thirsty while you are in the country of the\nelves.\"\n\nChilde Rowland said the two things over and over, so that he should\nnot forget.\n\nThen he went on his way.\n\nHe went on and on and on, till he came to some horses with eyes of\nfire.\n\nThen he knew he was in the country of the elves.\n\nA man was with the horses.\n\n\"Where is the Dark Tower?\" asked Childe Rowland.\n\n\"I do not know,\" said the man. \"Ask the man that keeps the cows.\"\n\nChilde Rowland thought of what the wise man had told him.\n\nHe pulled out his father's sword, and off went the man's head.\n\nThen Childe Rowland went on and on, till he came to some cows with\neyes of fire.\n\nThe man who kept the cows looked at Childe Rowland.\n\n\"Where is the Dark Tower?\" asked Childe Rowland.\n\n\"I cannot tell. Ask the woman that keeps the hens,\" said the man.\n\nChilde Rowland took the sword, and off went the man's head.\n\nThen Childe Rowland went on and on, till he came to some hens with\neyes of fire.\n\nAn old woman was with them.\n\n\"Where is the Dark Tower?\" asked Childe Rowland.\n\n\"Go on and look for a hill,\" said the old woman. \"Go around the hill\nthree times. Each time you go around say:\n\n    'Open, door! open, door!\n    Let me come in.'\n\nWhen you have gone three times around, a door will open. Go in.\"\n\nChilde Rowland did not like to cut off the head of the old woman, but\nhe thought of what the wise man had told him.\n\nSo he took hold of the sword, and off went her head.\n\nAfter this he went on and on and on, till he came to a hill.\n\nHe went three times around it, and each time he said:\n\n    \"Open, door! open, door!\n    Let me come in.\"\n\nWhen he had gone three times around, a door opened. In he went.\n\nThe door shut after him, and he was in the dark.\n\nSoon he began to see a dim light.\n\nIt seemed to come from the walls.\n\nHe went down a long way, and at last he came to another door.\n\nAll at once it flew open, and he found himself in a great hall.\n\nThe walls were of gold and silver, and were hung with diamonds.\n\nHow the diamonds shone!\n\nAnd there sat the princess Ellen in a great chair of gold, with\ndiamonds all about her head.\n\nWhen she saw Childe Rowland, she came to him and said:\n\n\"Brother, why are you here? If the king of the elves comes, it will be\na sad day for you.\"\n\nBut this did not frighten Childe Rowland. He sat down and told her all\nthat he had done.\n\nShe told him that the two brothers were in the tower.\n\nThe king of the elves had turned them into stone.\n\nSoon Childe Rowland began to be very hungry, and asked for something\nto eat.\n\nEllen went out and soon came back with bread and milk in a golden\nbowl.\n\nChilde Rowland took it and was about to eat.\n\nAll at once he thought of what the wise man had said.\n\nSo he threw the bowl down upon the floor, and said:\n\n    \"Not a bit will I bite,\n    Not a drop will I drink,\n    Till Ellen is free.\"\n\nThen they heard a great noise outside, and some one cried out:\n\n    \"Fee-fi-fo-fum!\n    I smell the blood\n    Of an Englishman!\"\n\nThe door of the hall flew open and the king of the elves came in.\n\nChilde Rowland took his sword.\n\nThey fought and they fought.\n\nAt last Childe Rowland beat the king of the elves down to the ground.\n\n\"Stop!\" cried the king of the elves. \"I have had enough.\"\n\n\"I will stop when you set free the princess Ellen and my brothers,\"\nsaid Childe Rowland.\n\n\"I will set them free,\" said the king.\n\nHe went at once to a cupboard and took out a blood-red bottle.\n\nOut of this bottle he let a drop or two fall upon the eyes of the two\nbrothers, and up they jumped.\n\nChilde Rowland took the hand of his sister and went out of the door,\nand up the long way.\n\nThe two brothers went after them and left the king of the elves alone.\n\nThen they came out from the hill and found their way back to their own\ncountry.\n\nHow glad the queen was!\n\n\nTOM TIT TOT\n\nOnce a woman made five pies.\n\nWhen she had made them, she found that they were too hard.\n\nSo the woman said to her daughter:\n\n\"Put those pies into the cupboard and leave them there a little while\nand they'll come again.\"\n\nShe meant that they would get soft.\n\nBut the girl said to herself,\n\n\"Well, if they'll come again, I think I will eat them.\"\n\nSo she ate them all up.\n\nAt supper time the woman said,\n\n\"Daughter, get one of those pies. I think they must have come again.\"\n\nThe girl went to the cupboard and looked, but no pies were there.\n\nThen she came back to her mother and said,\n\n\"No, they have not come again.\"\n\n\"Well, bring one,\" said the mother. \"I want one for my supper.\"\n\n\"But I can't. They have not come.\"\n\n\"Yes, you can. Bring me one.\"\n\n\"But I ate them all up.\"\n\n\"What!\" said the mother, \"You bad, bad girl!\"\n\nThe woman could not stop thinking about those five pies.\n\nAs she sat at the door spinning, she kept mumbling to herself:\n\n    \"My daughter ate five pies to-day,\n    My daughter ate five pies to-day.\"\n\nThe king was going by, and he heard the woman mumbling.\n\n\"What are you saying, woman?\" asked the king.\n\nThe woman did not like to tell him about the pies, so she said:\n\n    \"My daughter spun five skeins to-day,\n    My daughter spun five skeins to-day.\"\n\n\"Well, well, well!\" said the king, \"I didn't know that any one could\nspin so much as that!\"\n\n\"My daughter knows how to spin,\" said the woman.\n\nThe king thought a little while.\n\nThen he said: \"I want a wife. If your daughter can spin as much as\nthat, I will make her my wife. She shall have fine clothes, and for\neleven months in every year she may do anything she wishes. But the\nlast month of the year she must spin five skeins each day. If she\ndoesn't, she must have her head cut off.\"\n\n\"Very well,\" said the woman.\n\nShe thought how fine it would be if her daughter should be the queen.\n\nThe girl could have a good time for eleven months, anyway, and there\nwould surely be some way to get the skeins spun.\n\nSo the king took the girl away and made her queen.\n\nFor eleven months she had everything she could think of.\n\nShe had gold and silver and diamonds and fine clothes and good things\nto eat.\n\nBut when the last month of the year came, she began to think what she\nshould do about those five skeins.\n\nShe did not have long to think, for the king took her into a room, all\nby herself, and said:\n\n\"Here is a spinning wheel, and here is a chair, and here is some flax.\n\n\"Now, my dear, sit down and spin five skeins before night, or off goes\nyour head.\"\n\nThen he turned and went out.\n\nHow frightened she was!\n\nShe could not spin.\n\nShe could only sit down and cry.\n\nAll at once there was a rap at the door.\n\nShe jumped up and opened it, and what should she see but a little\nblack thing with a long tail!\n\n\"What are you crying about?\" asked the little black thing.\n\n\"It would do no good to tell you,\" said the queen.\n\n\"How do you know that?\" asked the little black thing, and he twirled\nhis tail.\n\n\"Well, I will tell you,\" she said. And she told him all that the king\nhad said to her.\n\n\"Then,\" said the little black thing, \"I will come here to your window\nevery morning and take some flax, and bring it back at night all spun.\n\n\"If you can guess my name, you shall pay nothing for my work.\n\n\"You may try three times each night, when I bring back the skeins. But\nif you can't guess my name before the last day of the month, I will\ncarry you off with me.\"\n\nThe queen thought that she could surely guess, so she said:\n\n\"Very well. Take the flax.\"\n\n\"Yes,\" said the little black thing, and my! how he twirled his tail!\n\nThat night he came back with five skeins of spun flax, but she could\nnot guess his name.\n\nSo it went on day after day. Every night the little black thing\nbrought five skeins, but she could not guess his name.\n\nOn the last day of the month the king came in to see her.\n\n\"You are doing well, my dear,\" said he.\n\n\"I think I shall not have to cut off your head, after all.\"\n\nSo he had a fine supper brought in, and they ate it together.\n\nAs they were eating, the king said:\n\n\"I was hunting to-day in the woods, and I heard a queer song. It came\nfrom a hole in the ground. I looked in, and there sat a little black\nthing with a long tail. He was spinning. He twirled his tail as he\nspun, and sang:\n\n    'Nimmy, nimmy, not!\n    I'm Tom Tit Tot.'\"\n\nThe queen at once jumped up and danced all around the table, but she\nsaid nothing.\n\nThe king thought she was glad because her spinning was done.\n\nThat night the little black thing brought the last five skeins of\nflax.\n\n\"Well,\" he said, \"what is my name? You may guess three times more.\"\n\nHow he twirled his tail!\n\n\"Is it Jack?\" she asked.\n\n\"No, it is not Jack,\" he said.\n\n\"Is it Tom?\" she asked.\n\n\"No, it is not Tom.\"\n\nYou should have seen him laugh!\n\n\"One more guess; then I take you,\" said the little black thing, and he\ntwirled his tail again.\n\nThis time the queen laughed.\n\nShe looked at him a long time and then said:\n\n    \"Nimmy, nimmy, not!\n    You're Tom Tit Tot.\"\n\nAt that the little black thing gave a great cry, and away he flew, out\ninto the dark.\n\nThe queen never saw him again.\n\n\n\n\nPOEMS BY CHRISTINA ROSSETTI\n\n\nLAMBKINS\n\n    On the grassy banks\n    Lambkins at their pranks;\n    Woolly sisters, woolly brothers,\n        Jumping off their feet,\n    While their woolly mothers\n        Watch by them and bleat.\n\n\nFERRY ME ACROSS THE WATER\n\n    \"Ferry me across the water,\n        Do, boatman, do.\"\n    \"If you've a penny in your purse,\n        I'll ferry you.\"\n\n    \"I have a penny in my purse,\n        And my eyes are blue;\n    So ferry me across the water,\n        Do, boatman, do.\"\n\n    \"Step into my ferry-boat,\n        Be they black or blue,\n    And for the penny in your purse\n        I'll ferry you.\"\n\n\nCORAL\n\n    \"O sailor, come ashore.\n        What have you brought for me?\"\n    \"Red coral, white coral,\n        Coral from the sea.\n\n    \"I did not dig it from the ground\n        Nor pluck it from a tree;\n    Feeble insects made it\n        In the stormy sea.\"\n\n\nTHE SWALLOW\n\n    Fly away, fly away over the sea,\n    Sun-loving swallow, for summer is done;\n\n    Come again, come again, come back to me,\n    Bringing the summer and bringing the sun.\n\n\nWRENS AND ROBINS\n\n    Wrens and robins in the hedge,\n        Wrens and robins here and there;\n    Building, perching, pecking, fluttering,\n        Everywhere!\n\n\nBOATS SAIL ON THE RIVERS\n\n    Boats sail on the rivers,\n        And ships sail on the seas;\n    But clouds that sail across the sky\n        Are prettier far than these.\n\n    There are bridges on the rivers,\n        As pretty as you please;\n    But the bow that bridges heaven,\n        And overtops the trees,\n    And builds a road from earth to sky,\n        Is prettier far than these.\n\n\n\n\nFABLES FROM AESOP\n\n\nTHE LION AND THE MOUSE\n\nA lion was asleep in the woods.\n\nA little mouse ran over his paw.\n\nThe lion woke up and caught him.\n\n\"You are a very little mouse, but I think I will eat you,\" he said.\n\n\"Do not eat me,\" said the mouse, \"I am so little! Let me go. Some time\nI may be of help to you.\"\n\nThe lion laughed.\n\n\"What can you do?\" he said.\n\nBut he let the mouse go.\n\nNot very long after this the lion was caught by some men and made fast\nwith a rope.\n\nThe men left him and went to get more rope, to bind him.\n\n\"Now is my time!\" said the mouse.\n\nHe ran to the lion and began to gnaw the rope.\n\nHe gnawed and he gnawed.\n\nAt last he gnawed through the rope and set the lion free.\n\n\"You laughed at me,\" said the mouse, \"but have I not helped you?\"\n\n\"You have saved my life,\" said the lion.\n\n\nTHE HONEST WOODCUTTER\n\nOne day a woodcutter lost his ax in a pond.\n\nHe sat down by the water and said to himself, \"What shall I do? I have\nlost my ax.\"\n\nAll at once a man stood beside him.\n\n\"What have you lost?\" asked the man.\n\n\"I have lost my ax,\" said the woodcutter.\n\nThe man said nothing, but jumped into the pond and soon came out with\na golden ax.\n\n\"Is this your ax?\" he asked.\n\n\"No,\" said the honest woodcutter, \"my ax was not a golden ax.\"\n\nThe man jumped in again, and soon came out with a silver ax.\n\n\"Is this your ax?\" asked the man.\n\n\"No,\" said the woodcutter, \"my ax was not a silver ax.\"\n\nAgain the man jumped in.\n\nThis time he came out with the ax that the woodcutter had lost.\n\n\"Is this your ax?\" he asked.\n\n\"Yes,\" said the woodcutter, \"thank you! How glad I am! But who are\nyou, kind sir? You must be more than a man.\"\n\n\"I am Mercury,\" said the other, \"and you are an honest woodcutter. I\nwill give you the golden ax and the silver ax.\"\n\nThe woodcutter thanked him and went home.\n\nSoon he met another woodcutter and told what Mercury had done.\n\nThis other woodcutter thought he should like a golden ax, too.\n\nSo he went to the pond and threw his ax into the water.\n\nThen he sat down and began to cry,\n\n\"O, I have lost my ax! What shall I do? What shall I do?\"\n\nMercury came again and jumped into the water.\n\nSoon he came out with a golden ax.\n\n\"Is this your ax?\" he asked.\n\n\"O, yes, yes! that is my ax,\" said the man.\n\n\"No, it is not,\" said Mercury. \"You are not an honest woodcutter, and\nyou shall have no golden ax.\"\n\n\"Then get my own ax for me,\" said the woodcutter.\n\n\"Get it yourself,\" said Mercury.\n\nWith that he went away and was seen no more.\n\n\nTHE WOLF AND THE CRANE\n\n     (Once a wolf was eating his supper.\n\n     He was hungry and he ate very fast.\n\n     He ate so fast that he swallowed a bone.\n\n     A crane was going by.\n\n     The wolf called to the crane.)\n\nWOLF. My dear crane, come, help me. I have a bone in my throat.\n\nCRANE. What do you want me to do?\n\nWOLF. Put your bill down my throat and pull out the bone.\n\nCRANE. You will bite off my head.\n\nWOLF. O, no, I will not. I will pay you well.\n\n     (The crane came and put his head into the wolf's mouth.\n\n     Then he ran his long bill down the wolf's throat and so pulled\n     out the bone.)\n\nCRANE. There, Brother Wolf, there is the bone. Now give me my pay.\n\nWOLF. You have had your pay.\n\nCRANE. No, I have not.\n\nWOLF. You have had your head in the mouth of a wolf, you have pulled\nit out, and your life is saved. What more can you ask?\n\nCRANE. After this, I will keep away from a wolf.\n\n\nTHE TOWN MOUSE AND THE COUNTRY MOUSE\n\nOnce a country mouse asked her cousin, the town mouse, to come and\nvisit her.\n\nThe town mouse came, and the country mouse gave her the best she had\nto eat.\n\nIt was only a little wheat and corn.\n\nThe town mouse ate some of it.\n\nThen she said:\n\n\"Cousin, how can you live on this poor corn and wheat? Come to town\nwith me, and I will give you something good.\"\n\nSo the two mice set off and soon came to town.\n\nThe town mouse lived well and had everything she wished for.\n\nShe had cake and pie and cheese and everything good to eat.\n\nO, it was so good!\n\nThe country mouse was hungry, and she ate and ate and ate.\n\n\"How rich my cousin is,\" she said, \"and how poor I am!\"\n\nAs she said this, there was a great barking at the door.\n\nThen two dogs ran into the room.\n\nThey chased the mice about, barking all the time.\n\nAt last the mice ran into a hole.\n\n\"Good-by, cousin, I am going home,\" said the country mouse.\n\n\"What! Are you going so soon?\" asked the other.\n\n\"Yes, I do not like that kind of music with my supper. It is better\nto have corn and wheat and be safe than to have cake and cheese and be\nalways in fear,\" said the country mouse.\n\n\nTHE WIND AND THE SUN\n\nOnce the wind and the sun had a quarrel.\n\nThe sun said,\n\n\"I am stronger than you.\"\n\nThe wind said,\n\n\"No, I am stronger than you.\"\n\n\"Let us see,\" said the sun. \"Here comes a man with a big cloak. Can\nyou make him take it off?\"\n\n\"Surely I can,\" said the wind.\n\n\"Try,\" said the sun.\n\nThe sun went behind the clouds.\n\nThe wind began to blow.\n\nHow he did blow!\n\nBut the man pulled his cloak close about him.\n\nHe did not care for the wind.\n\nAt last the wind gave it up.\n\n\"Now you try,\" he said to the sun.\n\nThe sun came out from the clouds.\n\nHe shone down upon the man.\n\n\"How warm it is!\" said the man. \"I must take off my cloak.\"\n\nSo he took off his cloak.\n\n\"You have beaten,\" said the wind. \"You are stronger than I.\"\n\n\nTHE ANT AND THE DOVE\n\nA little ant once fell into a pond.\n\nA dove was perching in a tree over the water.\n\nThe dove saw the ant fall.\n\nShe pulled off a leaf with her bill and let it drop into the water.\n\n\"There, little ant! get on that leaf, and you will be safe,\" she said.\n\nThe ant jumped upon the leaf, and the wind blew it to the shore of the\npond.\n\nNot long after this, a man laid a net to catch the dove.\n\nHe pulled it in and found the dove caught fast in it.\n\nThe ant saw the man with the net, and ran up his leg and bit him.\n\n\"O!\" said the man, \"what is that?\"\n\nHe let the net drop to the ground, and the dove flew away.\n\nNext time the dove saw the ant, she said:\n\n\"Good ant, you saved my life.\"\n\n\"You saved my life once, and I only tried to pay you back,\" said the\nant.\n\n\nTHE LARK AND HER NEST\n\nA lark had made her nest in a field of wheat.\n\nThe wheat was almost ripe.\n\nOne day the old lark said to her young ones:\n\n\"The men will soon come to cut this wheat. You must watch for them and\ntell me all you see or hear while I am away.\"\n\nThen she left them and went to get something for them to eat.\n\nWhen she came home, she asked,\n\n\"Did you see or hear anything?\"\n\n\"Yes, mother,\" said the young ones.\n\n\"The owner of the field came and looked at the wheat. He said, 'This\nwheat is ripe. It must be cut at once. I will ask my neighbors to come\nand help me cut it.'\"\n\n\"That is good,\" said the old lark.\n\n\"Must we not leave the nest?\" asked the young ones.\n\n\"No,\" said the mother. \"If the man waits for his neighbors to come and\nhelp him, he will wait a long time.\"\n\nNext day the owner came again.\n\n\"This wheat must be cut,\" said he. \"I cannot wait for my neighbors. I\nmust ask my uncles and cousins.\"\n\nWhen the old lark came home, the young ones said:\n\n\"O, mother! we must leave the nest now.\n\n\"The man said that he should ask his uncles and cousins to help him\ncut the wheat.\"\n\n\"We will not go yet,\" said the mother. \"If he waits for his uncles and\ncousins, he will wait a long time.\"\n\nThe next day the man came again. His boy was with him.\n\n\"We can't wait any longer,\" he said. \"We must cut the wheat\nourselves.\"\n\nSoon the mother lark came home.\n\nThe young ones told her what the man had said.\n\n\"Now we must be off,\" she cried. \"When a man sets out to do his work\nhimself, it will be done.\"\n\nSo the lark and her young ones left the nest and found another home.\n\n\nTHE DOG AND HIS SHADOW\n\nA dog once had a piece of meat.\n\nHe was going home with it.\n\nOn the way he had to go across a bridge over some water.\n\nHe looked into the water, and there he thought he saw another dog.\n\nThe dog looked like himself and had a piece of meat in his mouth, too.\n\nIt was his shadow in the water.\n\n\"That meat looks good. I want it,\" said the dog.\n\n\"My piece is not big enough. I will take the meat away from that other\ndog.\"\n\nSo he barked at the other dog.\n\nAs he opened his mouth to bark, his piece of meat fell into the water.\n\n\"Splash!\" it went, and that was the last he ever saw of it.\n\n\"If I had let that dog keep his piece of meat, I should not have lost\nmy own,\" he said.\n\n\nTHE FOX AND THE GRAPES\n\nA hungry fox once saw some sweet grapes hanging over a wall.\n\n\"I want those grapes,\" he said to himself.\n\nSo he jumped for them.\n\nHe did not get them.\n\nHe jumped again.\n\nStill he did not get them.\n\nHe jumped again and again.\n\nThey were too high.\n\nAt last he gave it up and went away.\n\n\"I don't want those grapes,\" he said.\n\n\"They are sour grapes. I know they are sour. They are not fit to\neat.\"\n\n\n\n\nPOEMS BY MARY MAPES DODGE\n\n\nFOUR LITTLE BIRDS\n\n    Four little birds all flew from their nest--\n    Flew north, flew south, flew east and west;\n\n    They thought they would like a wider view,\n    So they spread their wings and away they flew.\n\n\nIN THE BASKET\n\n    Hark! do you hear my basket\n      Go \"kippy! kippy! peek\"?\n    Maybe my funny basket\n      Is learning how to speak.\n\n    If you want to know the secret,\n      Go ask the speckled hen,\n    And tell her when I've warmed them\n      I'll bring them back again.\n\nCOUSIN JEREMY\n\n    He came behind me and covered my eyes;\n      \"Who is this?\" growled he, so sly.\n    \"Why, Cousin Jeremy, how can I tell,\n      When my eyes are shut?\" said I.\n\n\nLITTLE MISS LIMBERKIN\n\n    Little Miss Limberkin,\n      Dreadful to say,\n    Found a mouse in the cupboard\n      Sleeping away.\n    Little Miss Limberkin\n      Gave such a scream,\n    She frightened the little mouse\n      Out of its dream.\n\n\nSNOWFLAKES\n\n    Little white feathers,\n      Filling the air;\n    Little white feathers,\n      How came you there?\n    \"We came from the cloud birds\n      Sailing so high;\n    They're shaking their white wings\n      Up in the sky.\"\n    Little white feathers,\n      How swift you go!\n    Little white snowflakes,\n      I love you so!\n    \"We are swift because\n      We have work to do;\n    But hold up your face,\n      And we'll kiss you true.\"\n\n\nHOLLYHOCK\n\n    Hollyhock, hollyhock, bend for me;\n    I need a cheese for my dolly's tea.\n    I'll put it soon on an acorn plate,\n    And dolly and I shall feast in state.\n\n\n\n\nGERMAN FAIRY TALES\n\n\nTHE LITTLE PINE TREE\n\nOnce a little pine tree grew in a valley.\n\nIt was covered with needles that were always beautiful and green.\n\nBut it did not like the needles.\n\nThe little tree said:\n\n\"All the other trees in the woods have beautiful leaves, but I have\nonly needles. I do not like needles. I wish I could have leaves. But I\nshould like to be more beautiful than the other trees. I should not\nlike green leaves. I should like gold leaves.\"\n\nThe little tree went to sleep.\n\nA fairy happened to be passing and said to herself:\n\n\"This little pine tree would like gold leaves. It shall have them.\"\n\nNext morning the tree woke up and found that it was covered with\nleaves of shining gold.\n\n\"How beautiful!\" said the tree. \"No other tree has gold leaves!\"\n\nSoon a man came by with a bag.\n\nHe saw the gold leaves.\n\nHe ran to the little pine tree and began to pull them off and to put\nthem into his bag.\n\nHe pulled them all off and carried them away.\n\nThe little pine tree was bare.\n\n\"O,\" cried the little tree, \"I don't want gold leaves any more, for\nmen will take them away. I want something beautiful that they will not\ntake away. I think I should like glass leaves.\"\n\nThe little tree went to sleep.\n\nThe fairy came by again and said:\n\n\"This little tree wants glass leaves. It shall have them.\"\n\nNext morning the tree woke up and found that it was covered with\nleaves of shining glass.\n\nHow they shone in the sun!\n\n\"These leaves are much better than gold leaves,\" said the little tree.\n\"They are very beautiful.\"\n\nBut a wind came down the valley.\n\nIt blew and it blew.\n\nIt blew the glass leaves together and broke them all to pieces.\n\nThe little pine tree was bare again.\n\n\"I don't want glass leaves,\" said the little tree. \"I want leaves that\nwill not break. Perhaps green leaves are best, after all, but I want\nleaves. I don't want needles.\"\n\nThe little tree went to sleep.\n\nThe fairy came by again and said:\n\n\"This little tree wants green leaves. It shall have them.\"\n\nNext morning when the tree woke up it was covered with green leaves.\n\n\"This is fine!\" said the tree. \"Now I am like the other trees, but\nmore beautiful.\"\n\nSoon a goat came down the valley.\n\n\"These leaves look good,\" said the goat.\n\nSo he ate them all up.\n\nThe little pine tree was bare again.\n\n\"I think I don't want leaves after all,\" said the little pine tree.\n\"Gold leaves are beautiful, but men carry them away. Glass leaves are\nbeautiful, but the wind breaks them. Green leaves are beautiful, but\ngoats eat them. My old green needles were best. I wish I could have\nthem back.\"\n\nThe little pine tree went to sleep.\n\nThe fairy came by again, and said:\n\n\"This little tree has found out that needles were best for it after\nall. It shall have them back.\"\n\nNext morning the tree woke up and had the old green needles again.\n\nThen it was happy.\n\n\nTHE FAITHFUL BEASTS\n\nOnce upon a time a man went out to seek his fortune.\n\nAs he walked along, he came to a town and saw some boys teasing a\nmouse.\n\n\"Let the poor mouse go. I will pay you if you will let it go,\" said\nthe man.\n\nHe gave the boys a penny.\n\nThey let the mouse go, and it ran away.\n\nAfter this the man went on till he came to another town.\n\nThere he saw some boys playing with a monkey.\n\nThey had hurt the poor beast so that he cried out with pain.\n\n\"Let the monkey go,\" said the man. \"I will pay you to let him go.\"\n\nSo he gave the boys some money.\n\nThey let the monkey go, and the monkey ran away.\n\nThe man went on, and by and by he came to another town.\n\nThere he saw some boys trying to make a bear dance.\n\nThey had tied the bear with a rope and were beating him.\n\n\"Let the poor bear go,\" said the man. \"I will pay you to let him go.\"\n\nHe gave the boys some money, and they let the poor beast go.\n\nThe bear, was glad to be free and walked off as fast as he could.\n\nThe man had spent all his money.\n\nHe had not a penny left.\n\nHe was hungry too, and could get nothing to eat.\n\nThen the king's men took him and put him into a great box.\n\nThey shut and fastened the lid, and threw the box into the water.\n\nThe man floated about in the water many days and thought he should\nnever see the light again.\n\nAt last he heard something gnaw and scratch at the lid.\n\nThen the lid flew open.\n\nThe box was on the shore, and there stood the bear, the monkey, and\nthe mouse beside it.\n\nThey had helped him because he had helped them.\n\nAs they stood there, a round white stone rolled down to the water.\n\n\"This has come just in time,\" said the bear. \"It is a magic stone and\nwill take its owner wherever he wishes to go.\"\n\nThe man picked up the stone and wished he were in a castle with\ngardens around it.\n\nAll at once the castle and the gardens were there, and he was in the\ncastle.\n\nIt was very beautiful.\n\nSoon some merchants came by.\n\n\"See this fine castle,\" said one to another. \"There was never a castle\nhere till now.\"\n\nThe merchants went in and asked the man how he had built the castle so\nquickly.\n\n\"I did not do it,\" said the man. \"My magic stone built it.\"\n\n\"Let us see the stone,\" said the merchants.\n\nThe man showed them the stone.\n\nThen the merchants showed him gold and silver and diamonds and other\nbeautiful things, and said:\n\n\"We will give you all these if you will give us the stone.\"\n\nThe things looked very beautiful to the man, so he took them and gave\nthe stone to the merchants.\n\nAll at once he found himself again in the dark box on the water.\n\nAs soon as the bear, the monkey, and the mouse saw what had happened,\nthey tried to help him.\n\nBut the lid was fastened more strongly than before.\n\nThey could not open it.\n\n\"We must have that stone again,\" said the bear.\n\nSo the three faithful beasts went back to the castle and found the\nmerchants there.\n\nThe mouse looked under the door and said:\n\n\"The stone is fastened with a red ribbon under the looking-glass, and\nbeside it are two great cats with eyes of fire.\"\n\nThe bear and the monkey said:\n\n\"Wait till the men go to sleep. Then run quickly under the door, jump\nquickly up on the bed, scratch the nose of one of the men, and bite\noff one of his whiskers.\"\n\nThe mouse did as he was told.\n\nThe merchant woke up and rubbed his nose. Then he said:\n\n\"Those cats are good for nothing. They let the mice in, and the mice\neat up my very whiskers.\"\n\nSo he drove the cats away.\n\nThe next night the mouse went in again. The merchants were asleep.\n\nThe mouse gnawed at the ribbon till it gave way, and the stone fell.\n\nThen he rolled the stone out under the door.\n\nThe monkey took it and carried it down to the water.\n\n\"How shall we get out to the box?\" asked the monkey.\n\n\"I will tell you,\" said the bear. \"Sit on my back and hold fast. Carry\nthe stone in your mouth. The mouse will sit in my right ear, and I\nwill swim out to the box.\"\n\nThey did as the bear said, and were soon out in the water. No one said\nanything, and it was very still. The bear wanted to talk.\n\n\"How are you, Monkey?\" he asked.\n\nThe monkey said nothing.\n\n\"Why don't you talk to me?\" asked the bear.\n\n\"Silly!\" said the monkey. \"How do you think I can talk when I have a\nstone in my mouth?\"\n\nAs he said this, the stone rolled out into the water.\n\n\"Never mind,\" said the bear. \"The frogs will get it for us.\"\n\nSo he asked the frogs to get it, and one of them brought it to him.\n\n\"Thank you,\" said the bear. \"That is what we need.\"\n\nThen the three faithful beasts broke open the great box.\n\nThey gave the stone to the man.\n\nHe took it and wished himself in the castle again, and wished the\nthree faithful beasts with him.\n\nAt once they were in the castle.\n\nThe merchants were gone.\n\nSo the man and his three faithful beasts lived there ever after.\n\n\n\n\nPOEMS BY ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON\n\n\nWHERE GO THE BOATS?\n\n    Dark brown is the river,\n      Golden is the sand;\n    It flows along for ever,\n      With trees on either hand.\n\n    Green leaves a-floating,\n      Castles of the foam,\n    Boats of mine a-boating--\n      Where will all come home?\n\n    On goes the river\n      And out past the mill,\n    Away down the valley,\n      Away down the hill.\n\n    Away down the river,\n      A hundred miles or more,\n    Other little children\n      Shall bring my boats ashore.\n\n\nAT THE SEASIDE\n\n    When I was down beside the sea\n    A wooden spade they gave to me\n      To dig the sandy shore.\n    My holes were empty like a cup;\n    In every hole the sea came up,\n      Till it could come no more.\n\n\nRAIN\n\n    The rain is raining all around;\n      It falls on field and tree,\n    It rains on the umbrellas here\n      And on the ships at sea.\n\n\nAUTUMN FIRES\n\n    In the other gardens\n      And all up the vale,\n    From the autumn bonfires\n      See the smoke trail!\n\n    Pleasant summer over\n      And all the summer flowers;\n    The red fire blazes,\n      The gray smoke towers.\n\n    Sing a song of seasons!\n      Something bright in all!\n    Flowers in the summer,\n      Fires in the fall!\n\n\nTHE WIND\n\n    I saw you toss the kites on high\n    And blow the birds about the sky,\n    And all around I heard you pass\n    Like ladies' skirts across the grass--\n      O wind, a-blowing all day long\n      O wind, that sings so loud a song!\n\n    I saw the different things you did,\n    But always you yourself you hid;\n    I felt you push, I heard you call,\n    I could not see yourself at all--\n      O wind, a-blowing all day long,\n      O wind, that sings so loud a song!\n\n    O you that are so strong and cold,\n    O blower, are you young or old?\n    Are you a beast of field and tree,\n    Or just a stronger child than me?\n      O wind, a-blowing all day long,\n      O wind, that sings so loud a song!\n\n\n\n\nHINDU FABLES\n\n\nTHE TIMID HARES\n\nOnce there was a timid little hare who was always afraid something\ndreadful was going to happen.\n\nShe was always saying, \"What if the earth should fall in? What would\nhappen to me then?\"\n\nOne day, after she had been saying this to herself many times, a great\ncoconut fell from a tree.\n\n\"What was that!\" said the hare.\n\nShe jumped as if she had been shot.\n\n\"The earth must be falling in!\" she cried.\n\nSo she ran and she ran as fast as she could run.\n\nSoon she met another hare.\n\n\"O Brother Hare,\" she said, \"run for your life! The earth is falling\nin!\"\n\n\"What is that you say!\" cried the other hare. \"Then I will run, too.\"\n\nThis hare told another hare, and the other hare told other hares, and\nsoon all the hares were running as fast as they could run, and crying:\n\n\"The earth is falling in! O, the earth is falling in!\"\n\nThe big beasts heard them, and they too began to run and to cry:\n\n\"O, the earth is falling in! Run for your life!\"\n\nA wise old lion saw them running and heard them crying.\n\n\"I cannot see that the earth is falling in,\" he said.\n\nThen he cried out to the poor frightened beasts to stop.\n\n\"What are you saying?\" he asked.\n\n\"We said the earth is falling in,\" answered the elephants.\n\n\"What makes you think so?\" asked the lion.\n\n\"The tigers told us,\" said the elephants.\n\n\"What makes the tigers think so?\"\n\n\"The bears told us,\" said the tigers.\n\n\"What makes the bears think so?\"\n\n\"The buffaloes told us,\" said the bears.\n\n\"Why do the buffaloes think so?\"\n\n\"The deer told us,\" said the buffaloes.\n\n\"Why do the deer think so?\"\n\n\"The monkeys told us so,\" said the deer.\n\n\"And how did the monkeys know?\"\n\n\"The jackals said so,\" said the monkeys.\n\n\"And how did the jackals know?\"\n\n\"The hares said it was so,\" said the jackals.\n\n\"And how did the hares know?\"\n\nOne of the hares then said that another hare told him, and the other\nhare said that another told him, and so it went on until at last they\ncame to the first little hare.\n\n\"Little hare,\" said the lion, \"why did you say that the earth was\nfalling in?\"\n\n\"I saw it,\" said the little hare.\n\n\"Where?\" asked the lion.\n\n\"I saw it there, under that big coconut tree,\" said the little hare.\n\n\"Come and show me,\" said the lion.\n\n\"O, no, no!\" said the little hare. \"I am so frightened. I couldn't\ngo.\"\n\n\"Jump on my back,\" said the lion.\n\nThe little hare at last jumped up on the lion's back, and the lion\ntook her back to the big tree.\n\nJust then another coconut fell with a great noise among the leaves.\n\n\"O, run, run!\" cried the timid hare. \"There is that dreadful thing\nagain!\"\n\n\"Stop and look,\" said the lion.\n\nAs the hare could not get down from the lion's back, she had to stop\nand look.\n\n\"Now what do you think it is?\" asked the lion.\n\n\"I think it must be a coconut,\" said the little hare.\n\n\"Then I think you had better go and tell the other beasts,\" said the\nlion.\n\nSo the little hare told the other beasts that the earth was not\nfalling in, after all. It was a coconut that was falling.\n\n\nTHE SHOE\n\n     (A man once left his shoe in the woods. The beasts found it.\n\n     They had never seen anything like it before, so they came\n     together and began to talk about it.)\n\nBEAR. It must be the husk or the outside of some fruit.\n\nALL THE BIRDS. O, just hear him!\n\nALL THE BEASTS. O, just hear him!\n\nWOLF. No, that is not it. It is some kind of nest. See! Here is the\nhole at the top, for the bird to go into, and here is the place for\nthe eggs and the young birds.\n\nBIRDS. O, just hear him!\n\nBEAR. Just hear him talk!\n\nGOAT. No, you are both wrong. It is the root of some plant.\n\n     (He showed them the shoe string hanging at the side.)\n\nSee this long, fine root. Surely it is a root!\n\nBIRDS. O, just hear him talk!\n\nBEASTS. Just hear him!\n\nBEAR. I tell you it is the husk of a fruit.\n\nWOLF. And I tell you it is a nest.\n\nGOAT. And I tell you it is a root. Surely it is a root!\n\nOWL. Let me speak. I have lived among men, and I have seen many such\nthings as this. It is a man's shoe.\n\nBEAR. What is a man?\n\nGOAT. What is a shoe?\n\nOWL. A man is a thing with two legs. He can stand up like a monkey, he\ncan walk like a bird, but he cannot fly. He can eat and talk, and he\ncan do many things that we cannot do.\n\nBEASTS. O, no!\n\nBIRDS. No, no!\n\nBEAR. How can that be? How can anything with two legs do more than we,\nwho have four?\n\nBIRDS. And this thing you call a man cannot be good for much if he\ncannot fly.\n\nGOAT. But what does the man do with this root?\n\nOWL. It is not a root. I tell you it is a shoe.\n\nWOLF. And what is a shoe?\n\nOWL. It is what the man puts on his feet. He puts one of these shoes\non each of his feet.\n\nBIRDS. Hear the owl talk!\n\nBEASTS. Who ever heard of such a thing as a shoe?\n\nGOAT. Hear that! The man puts them on his feet!\n\nWOLF. It is not true!\n\nBEAR. No, it is not true! The owl doesn't know.\n\nWOLF. You know nothing, Owl. Get out of our woods. You are not fit to\nlive with us.\n\nBEAR. Yes, Owl, go away!\n\nBEASTS. Leave us! Go away!\n\nBIRDS. Leave us! Leave us, Owl! You surely don't know what you are\ntalking about!\n\n     (The beasts chase the owl out of the woods.)\n\nOWL. (Going off) But it is a shoe, anyway.\n\n\nTHE CAMEL AND THE JACKAL\n\nOnce upon a time a camel and a jackal lived together by the side of a\nriver.\n\nOne fine morning the jackal said:\n\n\"There is a big field of sugar cane over on the other side of the\nriver. Take me on your back, Brother Camel, and I will show you where\nit is. You may eat all the sugar cane, and I will find some crabs or\nfish on the shore.\"\n\nThis pleased the camel very much. So he waded through the river and\ncarried the jackal on his back.\n\nThe jackal could not swim.\n\nThe camel found the sugar cane, and the jackal found some crabs.\n\nThe jackal ate much faster than the camel and soon had enough.\n\n\"Now, Brother Camel,\" he said, \"take me back. I have had enough.\"\n\n\"But I haven't,\" said the camel.\n\nSo the camel went on eating.\n\nThe jackal tried to think how he could make the camel go home.\n\nAt last he thought of a way.\n\nHe began to bark and to cry and to make such a noise that all the men\nfrom the village ran out to see what was going on.\n\nThere they found the camel eating the sugar cane, and at once they\nbeat the poor beast with sticks and so drove him out of the field.\n\n\"Brother Camel, hadn't you better go home now?\" asked the jackal.\n\n\"Yes, jackal, jump on my back,\" said the camel.\n\nThe jackal jumped on his back, and the camel waded through the river\nwith him.\n\nAs he went, he said to the jackal:\n\n\"Brother Jackal, I think you have not been very good to me to-day. Why\ndid you make such a noise?\"\n\n\"O, I don't know,\" said the jackal. \"It's a way I sometimes have. I\nlike to sing a little, after dinner.\"\n\nThe camel waded on.\n\nWhen they got out where the water was deep, the camel stopped and\nsaid, \"Jackal, I feel as if I must roll a little in the water.\n\n\"O, no, no!\" said the jackal. \"Why do you want to do that?\"\n\n\"O, I don't know,\" said the camel. \"It's a way I sometimes have. I\nlike to roll a little, after dinner.\"\n\nWith that, he rolled over, and the jackal fell into the water.\n\n\n\n\nPOEMS BY LAURA E. RICHARDS[1]\n\n\nTHE BUMBLEBEE\n\n    The bumblebee, the bumblebee,\n    He flew to the top of the tulip tree.\n      He flew to the top,\n      But he could not stop,\n    For he had to get home to his early tea.\n\n    The bumblebee, the bumblebee,\n    He flew away from the tulip tree;\n      But he made a mistake,\n      And flew into the lake,\n    And he never got home to his early tea.\n\n[1] Copyright, 1890, by Little, Brown, and Company.\n\n\nLITTLE BROWN BOBBY\n\n    Little Brown Bobby sat on the barn floor,\n    Little Brown Bossy looked in at the door.\n    Little Brown Bobby said, \"Lackaday!\n    Who'll drive me this little Brown Bossy away?\"\n\n    Little Brown Bobby said, \"Shoo! shoo! shoo!\"\n    Little Brown Bossy said, \"Moo! moo! moo!\"\n    This frightened them so that both of them cried,\n    And wished they were back at their mammy's side.\n\n\nJIPPY AND JIMMY\n\n    Jippy and Jimmy were two little dogs.\n    They went to sail on some floating logs;\n    The logs rolled over, the dogs rolled in,\n    And they got very wet, for their clothes were thin.\n\n    Jippy and Jimmy crept out again.\n    They said, \"The river is full of rain!\"\n    They said, \"The water is far from dry!\n    Ki-hi! ki-hi! ki-_hi_-yi! ki-hi!\"\n\n    Jippy and Jimmy went shivering home.\n    They said, \"On the river no more we will roam;\n    And we won't go to sail until we learn how,\n    Bow-wow! bow-wow! bow-_wow_-wow! bow-wow!\"\n\n\nTHE SONG OF THE CORN POPPER\n\n    Pip! pop! flippety flop!\n    Here am I, all ready to pop.\n    Girls and boys, the fire burns clear;\n    Gather about the chimney here,\n    Big ones, little ones, all in a row.\n    Hop away! pop away! here we go!\n\n    Pip! pop! flippety flop!\n    Into the bowl the kernels drop;\n    Sharp and hard and yellow and small,\n    Must say they don't look good at all;\n    But wait till they burst into warm white snow!\n    Hop away! pop away! here we go!\n\n    Pip! pop! flippety flop!\n    Shake me steadily; do not stop!\n    Backward and forward, not up and down;\n    Don't let me drop, or you'll burn it brown.\n    Never too high and never too low;\n    Hop away! pop away! here we go!\n\n\n\n\nA FRENCH FAIRY TALE\n\n\nTHE FAIRY\n\nOnce on a time there was a woman who had two daughters. The older was\nvery much like her mother, and was very ugly.\n\nThe younger was not like her, but was very good and beautiful.\n\nThe woman liked the older girl because she was like herself.\n\nShe did not like the younger; so she made her do all the hard work.\n\nOne day the younger daughter had gone to the spring to get water. It\nwas a long way from home.\n\nAs she was standing by the spring, a poor old woman came by and asked\nher for a drink.\n\n\"Indeed, you shall have a drink,\" said the girl.\n\nShe filled her pitcher and gave the old woman some water.\n\nThe woman drank, and then said, \"You are so kind and good, my dear,\nthat I will give you a gift.\"\n\nNow this old woman was a fairy, but the girl did not know it.\n\n\"I will give you a gift,\" she said, \"and this shall be the gift: With\nevery word that you speak, either a flower or a jewel shall fall from\nyour mouth.\"\n\nWhen the younger girl came home, her mother scolded her because she\nhad been so long at the spring.\n\n\"I am very sorry indeed, mother,\" said the girl.\n\nAt once two roses, two pearls, and two diamonds fell from her mouth.\n\n\"What is this!\" cried the mother. \"I think I see pearls and diamonds\nfalling out of your mouth! How does this happen, my child?\"\n\nThis was the first time the woman had ever called her \"my child.\"\n\nThe girl told her all that had happened, and while she spoke, many\nmore diamonds fell from her mouth.\n\n\"Well, well, well!\" said the woman, \"I must surely send my dear Fanny\nto the spring, so that she too may have this gift.\"\n\nThen she called her older daughter. \"Fanny, my dear, come here! See\nwhat has happened to your sister. Should you not like to have such\ndiamonds whenever you wish them?\n\n\"All you need to do is to go out to the spring to get some water. An\nold woman will ask for a drink and you will give it to her.\"\n\n\"I think I see myself going out there to the spring to get water!\"\nsaid the older daughter.\n\n\"Go at once!\" said the mother.\n\nSo the older daughter went.\n\nShe took with her the best silver pitcher in the house, and grumbled\nall the way.\n\nWhen she had come to the spring, she saw a lady in beautiful clothes\nstanding under a tree.\n\nThe lady came to her and asked for a drink.\n\nIt was really the fairy, but now she looked like a princess.\n\nThe older daughter did not know that it was the fairy, so she said:\n\n\"Do you think that I came to the spring to get water just for you, or\nthat I brought this fine silver pitcher so that you could drink from\nit? Drink from the spring if you wish.\"\n\n\"You are not very polite, I think,\" said the fairy, \"but I will give\nyou a gift, and this shall be the gift: With every word that you\nspeak, either a snake or a toad shall fall from your mouth.\"\n\nWhen the older daughter went back to the house, her mother called out,\n\"Well, daughter?\"\n\n\"Well, mother,\" said the girl, and as she spoke, a snake and a toad\nfell out of her mouth.\n\n\"What!\" cried the mother. \"Your sister has done all this, but she\nshall pay for it!\"\n\nWith that, the mother took a stick and ran after the younger daughter.\n\nThe poor child ran away from her and hid in the woods.\n\nThe prince of that country had been hunting and happened to pass\nthrough those woods on his way home.\n\nHe saw the young girl and asked her why she was standing there and\ncrying, all alone in the woods.\n\n\"O sir, my mother has turned me out of the house,\" she said.\n\nThe prince was greatly surprised to see five or six pearls and as many\ndiamonds fall from her mouth as she spoke.\n\n\"Tell me how all this happened,\" said the prince.\n\nSo she told him all about it.\n\nThe prince took her with him, and they went to the king's house, and\nthere they were married, and were very happy.\n\nBut the older sister grew more and more ugly in her heart, until even\nher mother could not live with her.\n\nSo her mother turned her out, and no one ever heard of her again.\n\n\n\n\nA NORSE FOLK TALE\n\n\nEAST OF THE SUN AND WEST OF THE MOON\n\nOnce there was a poor woodcutter who had so many children that it was\nhard to get enough for them to eat.\n\nThey were all pretty children, but the youngest daughter was the\nprettiest of them all.\n\nOne cold, dark night in the fall they were sitting around the fire,\nwhen all at once something went rap! rap! rap! on the window.\n\nThe father went out to see what it was, and there stood a big white\nbear.\n\n\"Good evening,\" said the bear.\n\n\"The same to you,\" said the man.\n\n\"Give me your youngest daughter, and you shall be rich,\" said the\nbear.\n\n\"You can't have her,\" said the man.\n\n\"Think it over,\" said the bear, \"I will come again next week.\"\n\nThen the bear went away.\n\nThey talked it over and at last the youngest daughter said that she\nwould go away with the bear when he came back.\n\nNext Thursday night they heard the rap! rap! rap! on the window, and\nthere was the white bear again.\n\nThe girl went out and climbed up on his back and off they went.\n\nWhen they had gone a little way, the bear turned around and asked,\n\"Are you afraid?\"\n\nNo, she was not afraid.\n\n\"Well, hold fast to me, and there will be nothing to be afraid of,\"\nsaid the bear.\n\nThey went a long, long way, until they came to a great hill.\n\nThe bear knocked on the ground, and a door opened. They went in.\n\nIt was a castle, with many lights, and it shone with silver and gold.\n\nThe white bear gave to the girl a silver bell, and said to her, \"Ring\nthis bell when you want anything.\"\n\nThen he went away.\n\nEvery night, when all the lights had been put out, the bear came and\ntalked with her. He slept in a bed in the great hall.\n\nBut it was so dark that she could never see him, or know how he\nlooked, and when she took his paw, it was not like a paw. It was like\na hand.\n\nShe wanted so much to see him! but he told her she must not.\n\nAt last she felt that she could not wait any longer.\n\nSo one night, when he was asleep, she lighted a candle and bent over\nand looked at him.\n\nWhat do you think she saw?\n\nIt was not a bear, but a prince, and the most beautiful prince that\nwas ever seen!\n\nShe was so surprised that her hand began to shake, and three drops\nfrom the candle fell upon the coat of the prince.\n\nThis woke him up.\n\n\"What have you done?\" he cried. \"You have brought trouble upon us. An\nugly witch turned me into a bear, but every night I am myself again,\nand if you had waited only a year, and had not tried to find me out, I\nshould have been free.\n\n\"Now I must go back to my other castle and marry an ugly princess with\na nose three yards long.\"\n\nThe girl cried and cried and cried, but it did no good.\n\nShe asked if she could go with him, but he said that she could not.\n\n\"Tell me the way there,\" she said, \"and I will find you.\"\n\n\"It is East of the Sun and West of the Moon, but there is no way to\nit,\" he said.\n\nNext morning when the girl awoke, she found herself all alone in the\ndeep woods.\n\nShe set out and walked and walked till she came to a very old woman\nsitting under a hill. The old woman had a golden apple in her hand.\n\nThe girl asked the woman to tell her the way to the castle of the\nprince who lived East of the Sun and West of the Moon.\n\nThe old woman didn't know, but she gave the girl the golden apple, and\nlent her a horse, and said to her:\n\n\"Ask my next neighbor. Maybe she will know. And when you find her,\nswitch my horse under the left ear and tell him to be off home.\"\n\nSo the girl got on the horse and rode until she came to an old woman\nwith a golden comb. This old woman answered her as the first had done,\nand lent her another horse and gave her the golden comb.\n\nThe girl got on the horse and rode till she came to another old woman\nspinning on a golden spinning wheel. This old woman did as the others\nhad done, and lent her another horse and gave her the golden spinning\nwheel.\n\n\"You might ask the East Wind. Maybe he will know,\" she said.\n\nSo the girl rode on until she came to the house of the East Wind.\n\n\"I have heard of the prince and his castle, but I never went so far as\nthat,\" said the East Wind.\n\n\"Get on my back, and I will carry you to my brother, the West Wind.\nMaybe he will know.\"\n\nShe got on his back, and away they went. O how fast they went!\n\nAt last they found the West Wind, but he had never been so far as the\ncastle of the prince.\n\n\"Get on my back,\" said West Wind, \"and I will take you to our brother,\nthe South Wind. He will know, for he has been everywhere.\"\n\nSo she got on the West Wind, and away they went to the South Wind.\n\n\"It is a long way to that castle,\" said the South Wind, with a sigh.\n\"I have never been so far as that, but our brother, the North Wind, is\nstronger than any of us. If he has not been there, you will never\nfind the way, and you might as well give it up. So get on my back, and\nI will take you to him.\"\n\nThe girl got on the back of the South Wind, and soon they came to\nwhere the North Wind lived.\n\n\"Boo-oo-oo! What do you want?\" roared the North Wind.\n\n\"Here is a girl who is looking for the prince that lives East of the\nSun and West of the Moon. Do you know where that is?\" asked the South\nWind.\n\n\"Yes, once I blew a leaf as far as that, and I was so tired after it\nthat I couldn't blow for a long time. But if you are sure you want to\ngo and are not afraid, I'll take you.\"\n\nYes, she was sure she wanted to go.\n\nNorth Wind blew himself out so big that he was dreadful to look at.\n\nBut she jumped on his back, and away they went.\n\nHow they did go!\n\nThe North Wind grew so tired that he almost had to stop.\n\nHis feet began to trail in the sea.\n\n\"Are you afraid?\" he asked.\n\nNo, she was not afraid.\n\nSo they kept going on and on, till at last they came to the castle,\nand the North Wind put her down and went away and left her.\n\nThe next morning, as she sat there, Princess Long-Nose looked out of\nthe window.\n\n\"What will you take for your big golden apple?\" asked Long-Nose.\n\n\"It is not for sale,\" said the girl.\n\n\"I will give you anything you ask,\" said Long-Nose.\n\n\"Let me speak to the prince, and you may have it,\" said the girl.\n\n\"Very well,\" said Long-Nose.\n\nShe made the girl wait till night, and then let her in, but the prince\nwas fast asleep.\n\nHe would not wake up.\n\nLong-Nose had given him a kind of drink to make him sleep soundly.\n\nSo the girl went sadly out.\n\nNext morning Long-Nose looked out of the window and said to her, \"What\nwill you take for the comb?\"\n\n\"It is not for sale,\" said the girl.\n\nLong-Nose said that the girl might see the prince again if she would\ngive her the comb.\n\nSo she saw the prince again, but he was asleep as before.\n\nNext morning Long-Nose looked out and saw the spinning wheel.\n\nShe wanted that too. So she said she would let the girl come in and\nsee the prince once more if she would give her the spinning wheel.\n\nSome one told the prince about it, and that night he did not take the\ndrink which Long-Nose gave to him. He threw it out of the window.\n\nWhen the girl came, he was awake, and she told him her story.\n\n\"You are just in time,\" said the prince, \"for to-morrow I was to be\nmarried to Long-Nose.\n\n\"Now I will have no one but you. I will tell Long-Nose that I will\nmarry no one who cannot wash three drops of candle grease out of my\ncoat. She cannot do it, but I know that you can.\"\n\nSo the next morning the prince said that he must have three drops of\ngrease washed out of his coat, and that he would marry no one who\ncouldn't wash them out.\n\nLong-Nose began to wash the coat, but she couldn't get the grease out.\nIt turned black.\n\nThen the old witch tried, but she had no better luck.\n\nThen the younger witches tried.\n\n\"You cannot wash,\" said the prince. \"I believe the poor girl out under\nthe window can wash better than you. Let her try.\"\n\nSo the girl came in and tried, and as soon as she put the coat into\nthe water it was white as snow.\n\n\"You are the girl for me!\" said the prince.\n\nAt this the old witch flew into such a rage that she fell to pieces,\nand Princess Long-Nose fell to pieces, and the younger witches all\nfell to pieces. And no one could ever put them together again.\n\nThe prince married the poor girl, and they flew away as far as they\ncould from the castle that lay East of the Sun and West of the Moon.\n\n\n\n\nPOEMS BY ABBIE FARWELL BROWN\n\n\nTHE SAILOR\n\n    Little girl, O little girl,\n      Where did you sail to-day?\n    The greeny grass is all about;\n      I cannot see the bay.\n\n    \"The greeny grass is water, sir;\n      I'm sailing on the sea,\n    I'm tacking to the Island there\n      Beneath the apple tree.\n\n    \"You ought to come aboard my boat,\n      Or you will soon be drowned!\n    You're standing in the ocean, sir,\n      That billows all around!\"\n\n    Little girl, O little girl,\n      And must I pay a fare?\n    \"A penny to the apple tree,\n      A penny back from there.\n\n    \"A penny for a passenger,\n      But sailors voyage free;\n    O, will you be a sailor, sir,\n      And hold the sheet for me?\"\n\n\nA MUSIC BOX\n\n    I am a little music box,\n      Wound up and made to go,\n    And play my little living tune\n     The best way that I know.\n\n    If I am naughty, cross, or rude,\n      The music will go wrong,\n    My little works be tangled up\n      And spoil the pretty song.\n\n    I must be very sweet and good\n      And happy all the day,\n    And then the little music box\n      In tune will always play.\n\n\n\n\nAMERICAN INDIAN LEGENDS\n\n\nLITTLE SCAR-FACE\n\nAmong the pine trees, by a quiet lake, stood the wigwam of a great\nIndian whose name was Big Moose. His sister kept the wigwam for him,\nand took care of all that was his. Her name was White Maiden.\n\nNo one but White Maiden had ever seen Big Moose. The Indians could see\nthe marks of his feet in the snow, and they could hear his sled as it\nran over the ice, but they could not see him.\n\nIt was said that this was because they were not kind and good.\n\nWhite Maiden was kind and good, and she could always see him.\n\nOne day White Maiden called all the Indian maidens and said:\n\n\"My brother, Big Moose, wishes to marry, but he will not marry any one\nwho cannot see him, and only those who are good can see him.\"\n\nAll the Indian maidens were glad when they heard that Big Moose wished\nto marry. They had all heard how brave and strong he was, and what a\ngreat hunter he was, and how kind and good and wonderful he was, in\nevery way.\n\nEach wished that he would choose her for his wife, and each was very\nsure that she could see him.\n\nFor a long time after that the Indian maidens would go down to the\nwigwam of Big Moose, by the lake, and try to see him. Every evening\nsome of them would go at sunset and sit and watch for him.\n\nWhen he came they would hear him, and the door of the wigwam would be\nopened, and he would go in, but they could not see him.\n\nAt the other end of the village lived an old Indian with his three\ndaughters. The two older daughters were not kind to the youngest one.\nThey made her do all the work and gave her little to eat.\n\nThe oldest sister had a very hard heart. Once, when she was angry, she\nthrew a pail of hot ashes at the youngest sister.\n\nThe child's face was burned, and she was called Little Scar-Face.\n\nOne day in early winter, when the first white snow lay on the ground,\nthe oldest sister said:\n\n\"Come, Scar-Face, bring me my shell beads and help me to dress. I am\ngoing to marry Big Moose.\"\n\nLittle Scar-Face brought the beads and put them on the oldest sister\nand helped her to dress.\n\nAt sunset the oldest sister went down to the wigwam by the lake. White\nMaiden asked her to come in. By and by they heard Big Moose. They\ncould hear his sled running through the snow.\n\nWhite Maiden took the sister to the door of the wigwam and said, \"Can\nyou see my brother?\"\n\n\"Yes, I can see him very well,\" answered the other.\n\n\"Then look and tell me what the string of his sled is made of,\" said\nWhite Maiden.\n\n\"It is made of moose skin,\" said the sister of Little Scar-Face.\n\n\"No, it is not made of moose skin. You have not seen my brother. You\nmust go away,\" said White Maiden.\n\nSo she drove out the oldest sister. Next day the next to the oldest\nsister said to Little Scar-Face:\n\n\"Come, Scar-Face, bring me my shell beads and help me to dress. I am\ngoing to marry Big Moose.\"\n\nLittle Scar-Face brought the beads and helped her sister to dress.\n\nIn the evening, just at sunset, the sister went down through the pine\ntrees to the lake.\n\n\"Come in,\" said White Maiden.\n\nSoon they heard Big Moose coming.\n\n\"Can you see my brother?\" asked White Maiden.\n\n\"Yes, I can see him very well,\" said the other.\n\n\"Then what is his sled string made of?\" asked White Maiden.\n\n\"It is made of deerskin,\" said the other.\n\n\"No, it is not made of deerskin,\" said White Maiden.\n\n\"You have not seen my brother. You must go away.\"\n\nAnd she drove her out.\n\nThe next morning Little Scar-Face worked very hard. She built the fire\nand carried out all the ashes and brought in the wood and did\neverything that she could.\n\nThen she said to her two sisters, \"Sisters, let me take your beads. I\ntoo should like to find out if I can see Big Moose.\"\n\nHer sisters laughed loud and long. They would not let her take their\nbeads. No, indeed!\n\nAt last one of the sisters said she had an old broken string of beads\nthat Scar-Face might take.\n\nSo Little Scar-Face took the old broken string of beads and tied it\ntogether and put it on. Then she made a queer little dress out of\nbirch bark, and she washed herself all fresh and clean, and brushed\nher hair, and put on the dress and the old string of beads. So she\nwent down through the village and the dark pine woods to the wigwam of\nBig Moose.\n\nShe was not a pretty child, for her face and hair were burned, and her\nclothes were very queer.\n\nBut White Maiden asked her to come in and spoke kindly to her. So she\nwent in and sat down.\n\nSoon she heard Big Moose coming.\n\nWhite Maiden took her to the door of the wigwam and said:\n\n\"Little Scar-Face, can you see my brother?\"\n\n\"Yes, indeed, and I am afraid, for his face is very wonderful and very\nbeautiful.\"\n\n\"What is his sled string made of?\" asked White Maiden.\n\n\"How wonderful! how wonderful!\" cried Little Scar-Face.\n\n\"His sled string is the rainbow!\"\n\nBig Moose heard her and said, \"Sister, wash the eyes and hair of\nLittle Scar-Face in the magic water.\"\n\nWhite Maiden did so, and every scar faded away, and the hair of Little\nScar-Face grew long and black, and her eyes were like two stars.\n\nWhite Maiden put a wonderful dress of deerskin and a string of golden\nbeads on Little Scar-Face, and she was more beautiful than any of the\nother maidens.\n\nAnd Big Moose made her his wife.\n\n\nTHE HUNTER WHO FORGOT\n\nOnce there was a great hunter who was very rich. He had many strings\nof shell money around his neck. The Indians call these shells wampum.\n\nIn the woods near his home lived a big white elk that used to come and\ntalk to him. The elk told him what was right and what was wrong. The\nGreat Spirit sent the elk to him.\n\nWhen he obeyed the elk, he was happy and everything went well, but\nwhen he did not obey, he was not happy, and everything went wrong.\n\nOne day the elk said to him:\n\n\"You are too hungry for wampum. Look! your neck and shoulders are\ncovered with long strings of wampum. Some of it belongs to your wife.\nYou took it from her. You took some of it from other Indians and gave\nthem deer meat that was not fit to eat. You are not honest.\"\n\nThe hunter was much ashamed, but he would not give back the wampum. He\nthought too much of it to give it back.\n\n\"I will give you enough wampum to fill your heart,\" said the elk, \"but\nyou must do just as I tell you. Will you do it?\"\n\n\"I will do it,\" said the hunter.\n\n\"Go to the top of the great white mountain. There you will find a\nblack lake. Across the lake are three black rocks. One of them is like\nthe head of a moose.\n\n\"Dig in the earth before this rock. There you will find a cave full of\nwampum. It is on strings of elk skin. Take all you want.\n\n\"While you dig, twelve otters will come out of the black lake. Put a\nstring of wampum around the neck of each of the otters and upon each\nof the three black rocks.\"\n\nThe hunter went back to the village. There he got an elk-horn pick and\nset out. No one knew where he went.\n\nHe made his camp that night at the foot of the great white mountain.\nAs soon as it was light, he began to climb up the mountain side. At\nlast he stood on the top, and there before him was a great hollow. It\nwas so great that he could not shoot an arrow across it.\n\nThe hollow was white with snow, but in the middle was a black lake,\nand on the other side of the lake stood the three black rocks.\n\nThe hunter walked around the lake over the snow. Then he took the\nelk-horn pick and struck one blow before the black rock which looked\nlike the head of a moose.\n\nFour great otters came up out of the black lake and sat beside him.\n\nHe struck another blow. Four more otters came and sat behind him.\n\nHe struck again. Four more otters came and sat on the other side.\n\nAt last the pick struck a rock. The hunter dug it out, and beneath it\nwas a cave full of wampum.\n\nThe hunter put both of his hands into the wampum and played with it.\nIt felt good. He took out great strings of it and put them around his\nneck and over his shoulders.\n\nHe worked fast, for the sun was now going down, and he must go home.\n\nHe put so many strings of wampum around his neck and shoulders that he\ncould hardly walk.\n\nBut he did not put any around the necks of the twelve otters, nor on\nthe three black rocks. He did not give them one string--not one\nshell.\n\nHe forgot what the white elk had told him. He did not obey.\n\nSoon it grew dark. He crept along by the shore of the big black lake.\nThe otters jumped into it and swam and beat the water into white foam.\nA black mist came over the mountain.\n\nThen the storm winds came, and the Great Spirit was in the storm.\n\nIt seemed as if the storm said, \"You did not obey! You did not obey!\"\n\nThen the thunder roared at him, \"You did not obey!\"\n\nThe hunter was greatly frightened. He broke a great string of wampum\nand threw it to the storm winds, but the storm winds only laughed.\n\nHe broke another string and threw it to the thunder voices, but the\nthunder roared louder than before.\n\nHe threw away one string after another until all of them were gone.\nThen he fell upon the ground and went to sleep. He slept long.\n\nWhen he woke up he was an old man with white hair. He did not know\nwhat had happened, but he sat there and looked at the great mountain,\nand his heart was full of peace.\n\n\"I have no wampum. I have given it all away. I am not hungry for it\nany more. I will go home,\" he said.\n\nHe could hardly find his way, for the trees had grown across the\ntrail.\n\nWhen at last he got home, no one but his wife knew him. She was now\nvery old and had white hair like himself. She showed him a tall man\nnear by, and said it was their baby.\n\nThe hunter looked at them.\n\n\"I have slept many moons,\" he said.\n\nHe lived among the Indians long after that and taught them much. He\ntaught them to keep their word, and to obey the Great Spirit.\n\n\nTHE WATER LILY\n\nOne summer evening, many years ago, some Indians were sitting out\nunder the stars, telling stories.\n\nAll at once they saw a star fall. It fell halfway down the sky.\n\nThat night one of the Indians had a dream about the star. It seemed to\ncome and stand beside him, and it was like a young girl, dressed all\nin white.\n\nShe said, \"I have left my home in the sky because I love the Indians\nand want to live among them. Call your wise men together and ask them\nwhat shape I shall take.\"\n\nThe Indian woke up and called all the wise men together.\n\nThen he told them his dream.\n\nThe wise men said, \"Let her choose what shape she will take. She may\nlive in the top of a tree, or she may live in a flower, or she may\nlive where she will.\"\n\nEvery night the star came down a little lower in the sky, and stood\nover the valley where the Indians lived, and made it very bright.\n\nThen one night it fell down upon the side of the mountain and became a\nwhite rose.\n\nBut it was lonely on the mountain. The rose could see the Indians, but\nit could not hear them talk. So one day it left the mountain and came\ndown into the plain and became a great white prairie flower.\n\nHere it lived for a time. But the buffaloes and the other wild beasts\nof the prairie ran all around it and over it, and it was afraid.\n\nOne night the Indians saw a star go up from the prairie.\n\nThey knew that it was the prairie flower and they thought that it was\ngoing back into the sky.\n\nBut it floated toward them until it came over the lake that lay just\nbeside them.\n\nIt looked down into the lake, and there it saw its shadow and the\nshadows of the other stars that live in the sky.\n\nIt came down lower and lower, and at last floated on the top of the\nwater.\n\nThe next morning the lake was covered with water lilies.\n\n\"See! the stars have blossomed!\" said all the children.\n\nBut the wise men answered:\n\n\"It is the white star and her sisters. They will stay with us.\"\n\n\n\n\nRUSSIAN FABLES\n\n\nFORTUNE AND THE BEGGAR\n\nA poor beggar, with a ragged old bag, crept along the road one day,\nbegging his bread.\n\nAs he went he grumbled to himself because there were so many rich men\nin the world.\n\n\"The rich never think that they have enough,\" he said to himself.\n\"They always want more than they have. Now if I had a very little\nmoney, I should be happy. I should not want too much.\"\n\nA fairy named Fortune, who brought good gifts to men, heard the poor\nbeggar grumbling to himself and came to him.\n\n\"Friend,\" said Fortune, \"I have wanted to help you. Open your bag. I\nwill give you all the gold that it will hold. But if any falls out\nupon the ground, it will turn to dust. Your bag is old. Don't try to\nhave it too full, for if you do, it will break, and you will lose\nall.\"\n\nThe beggar was so happy that he began to dance up and down.\n\nHe opened his bag and let the gold run into it in a big, yellow\nstream. Soon the bag was almost full.\n\n\"Is that enough?\" asked Fortune.\n\n\"No,\" said the beggar, \"not yet.\"\n\n\"The bag is old. It is going to break,\" said Fortune.\n\n\"Never fear!\" said the beggar.\n\n\"But you are now a rich man. Isn't that enough?\" asked Fortune.\n\n\"A little more,\" said the beggar.\n\n\"Now,\" said Fortune, \"the bag is full, but take care, or you will lose\nit.\"\n\n\"Just a little more,\" said the beggar.\n\nFortune put in just a little more. The bag broke. All the gold fell\nthrough upon the ground and turned to dust.\n\nThe beggar had nothing left but his old broken bag. He was as poor as\nhe had been before.\n\n\nTHE SPIDER AND THE BEE\n\nA merchant brought some linen to a fair and opened a shop. It was good\nlinen, and many came to buy of him.\n\nA spider saw what was going on, and said to herself:\n\n\"I can spin. Why shouldn't I open a shop, too?\"\n\nSo the spider opened a little shop in the corner of a window, and\nspun all night, and made a beautiful web. She hung it out where\neverybody could see it.\n\n\"That is fine!\" said the spider. \"Surely, when the morning comes, all\nwill want to buy it.\"\n\nAt last the morning came.\n\nA man saw the web in the corner and swept it away, spider and all.\n\n\"That is a pretty thing to do!\" cried the spider. \"I should like to\nask whose work is the finer, mine or that merchant's?\"\n\nA bee happened to fly past.\n\n\"Yours is the finer,\" said the bee. \"We all know that. But what is it\ngood for? It will neither warm nor cover any one.\"\n\n\nTHE STONE AND THE WORM\n\n     (A stone lay in a field. A farmer and his son were talking near\n     by.)\n\nFARMER. That was a fine rain we had this morning.\n\nSON. Yes, indeed! A rain like that makes everybody glad.\n\nFARMER. I have been wishing a long time for such a rain as that.\n\nSON. It was better than gold.\n\n     (As they walked away, a worm crept out from under the stone.\n     The stone called to the worm.)\n\nSTONE. Friend Worm, did you hear what those men were saying?\n\nWORM. Yes, they were saying how good the rain was.\n\nSTONE. What has the rain done, I should like to know? It rained two\nhours and made me all wet.\n\nWORM. That didn't hurt you.\n\nSTONE. Yes, it did. But it hurts me more to hear everybody saying how\nfine the rain was. Why don't they talk about me? I have been here for\nhundreds of years. I hurt nobody. I wet nobody. I stay quietly where I\nam put. Yet nobody ever has a kind word for me.\n\nWORM. Stop your talk. This rain has helped the wheat and made it grow.\nAnd the wheat will help the farmer. It will give him bread. What have\nyou ever given to anybody?\n\n\nTHE FOX IN THE ICE\n\nVery early one winter morning a fox was drinking at a hole in the ice.\n\nWhile he was drinking, the end of his tail got into the water, and\nthere it froze fast.\n\nHe could have pulled it out and left some of the hairs behind, but he\nwould not do this.\n\n\"How can I spoil such a beautiful tail!\" said the fox to himself.\n\n\"No, I will wait a little. The men are asleep and will not catch me.\nPerhaps when the sun comes up the ice will melt.\"\n\nSo he waited, and the water froze harder and harder.\n\nAt last the sun came up.\n\nThe fox could see men coming down to the pond. He pulled and pulled,\nbut now his tail was frozen so fast that he could not pull it out.\n\nJust then a wolf came by.\n\n\"Help me, friend,\" cried the fox, \"or I shall be lost.\"\n\nThe wolf helped him, and set him free very quickly. He bit off the\ntail of the fox.\n\nSo the fox lost all of his fine great tail because he would not give\nup a little hair from it.\n\n\n\n\nPOEMS BY FRANK D. SHERMAN\n\n\nCLOUDS\n\n    The sky is full of clouds to-day,\n      And idly, to and fro,\n    Like sheep across the pasture, they\n      Across the heavens go.\n    I hear the wind with merry noise\n      Around the housetops sweep,\n    And dream it is the shepherd boys--\n      They're driving home their sheep.\n\n    The clouds move faster now, and see!\n      The west is red and gold;\n    Each sheep seems hastening to be\n      The first within the fold.\n    I watch them hurry on until\n      The blue is clear and deep,\n    And dream that far beyond the hill\n      The shepherds fold their sheep.\n\n    Then in the sky the trembling stars\n      Like little flowers shine out,\n    While Night puts up the shadow bars,\n      And darkness falls about.\n    I hear the shepherd wind's good night,\n      \"Good night, and happy sleep!\"\n    And dream that in the east, all white,\n      Slumber the clouds, the sheep.\n\n\nGHOST FAIRIES\n\n    When the open fire is lit,\n      In the evening after tea,\n    Then I like to come and sit\n      Where the fire can talk to me.\n\n    Fairy stories it can tell,\n      Tales of a forgotten race--\n    Of the fairy ghosts that dwell\n      In the ancient chimney place.\n\n    They are quite the strangest folk\n      Anybody ever knew,\n    Shapes of shadow and of smoke\n      Living in the chimney flue.\n\n    \"Once,\" the fire said, \"long ago,\n      With the wind they used to rove,\n    Gypsy fairies, to and fro,\n      Camping in the field and grove.\n\n    \"Hither with the trees they came\n      Hidden in the logs; and here,\n    Hovering above the flame,\n      Often some of them appear.\"\n\n    So I watch, and sure enough,\n      I can see the fairies! Then\n    Suddenly there comes a puff--\n      Whish!--and they are gone again!\n\n\nDAISIES\n\n    At evening when I go to bed\n    I see the stars shine overhead;\n    They are the little daisies white\n    That dot the meadow of the night.\n\n    And often while I'm dreaming so,\n    Across the sky the moon will go;\n    It is a lady, sweet and fair,\n    Who comes to gather daisies there.\n\n    For when at morning I arise,\n    There's not a star left in the skies;\n    She's picked them all and dropped them down\n    Into the meadows of the town.\n\n\n\n\nOLD GREEK STORIES\n\n\nTHE SUN, THE MOON, AND THE STAR GIANT\n\nA great many years ago the Greeks told beautiful stories about what\nthey saw in the earth and in the sky and in the sea.\n\nThey said the Sun drove each day across the sky in a car of fire, and\ngave light and heat to men.\n\nHe always had a bow and arrows with him, and his arrows were the\nsunbeams.\n\nWhen he shot them very hard and struck men with them, the men were\nsaid to be sun-struck, but when he let the arrows fall gently on the\nearth, they did only good.\n\nThe Sun was called Apollo.\n\nHe was said to be a beautiful young man with golden hair, and he made\nwonderful music on a kind of harp called a lyre.\n\nMen loved him, but they were a little afraid of him, too; he was so\nbright and strong.\n\nHis sister was the Moon. Her name was Artemis, or Diana. She rode\nthrough the sky at night in a silver car, and she, too, had a bow and\narrows.\n\nHer bow was a silver bow, and her arrows were the moonbeams.\n\nShe loved hunting, and often at night she would come down to earth and\nroam through the woods with her bow in her hand and her arrows at her\nside or on her back.\n\nIn pictures she is always seen with a little new moon in her hair.\n\nArtemis was so beautiful that men were afraid to look at her. It was\nsaid that if any man should look full at her he would lose his mind.\n\nSo when she came to those whom she did not wish to hurt, she covered\nherself with clouds.\n\nFor a time the good giant Orion helped Artemis in her hunting, for he\ntoo was a great hunter. Artemis loved him as well as she loved any\none, but she was very cold and did not care much for anybody.\n\nAfter a time Orion left her. He wanted to marry the daughter of a king\nin one of the islands of the sea. The king said that he might if he\nwould drive all the wild beasts out of the island. Orion did this, but\nthe king did not keep his word.\n\nInstead of that, he put out the eyes of Orion, but Orion went to\nApollo, and was made to see again.\n\nThen Orion went back to help Artemis with her hunting, but Apollo did\nnot like that and wished to get rid of him.\n\nHe did not wish, himself, to hurt Orion, so he made Artemis do it.\n\n\"Sister,\" he said to her one day, \"some men say that you can shoot as\nwell as I can, but we all know that is not so.\"\n\n\"I should like to know why it is not so!\" said Artemis.\n\n\"Well, let us try,\" said Apollo. \"Do you see that little black speck\naway out there in the sea?\"\n\n\"Yes, I see it,\" said Artemis.\n\n\"Can you hit it?\" asked Apollo.\n\n\"Indeed I can,\" said Artemis; and with that she let an arrow fly from\nher bow. It went straight through the black speck.\n\nThe black speck was the head of Orion. He was swimming back to Artemis\nfrom the country of the bad king.\n\nThe speck at once went under the water and was seen no more.\n\nWhen Artemis found what she had done, she was very sad indeed. She\ncould not bring Orion back to earth, but she took him up into the sky\nand put him among the stars, and there he is standing to this day.\n\nIf you will look up into the sky on any clear winter night, you can\nsee him. Just before him is his dog. We call it the Dog Star.\n\n\nTHE WIND AND THE CLOUDS\n\nThe Sun and the Moon had a brother, the Summer Wind. His name was\nHermes, but sometimes he was called Mercury.\n\nHe had shoes with wings on them, which always took him very quickly\nwherever he wished to go, and he had a magic cap which kept him from\nbeing seen.\n\nHe ran on errands for his father and his older brothers. He went\neverywhere, and he often picked up things that lay in his way, and\nthat didn't belong to him.\n\nOne day, when he was a small child, he crept down to the seaside and\nthere found the shell of a tortoise. He stretched some strings\ntightly across it, and blew upon the strings, and made wonderful\nmusic.\n\nHe called this thing a lyre.\n\nOn the same day, toward evening, he looked across the meadows and saw\nsome beautiful white cows. His brother Apollo was looking after them.\n\n\"What fun it would be to drive those cows away!\" he said.\n\nSo he crept up behind the cows while Apollo was not looking, and he\ndrove them away. He drove them far, and at last shut them up in a\ncave, where he thought Apollo could not find them.\n\nApollo saw that the cows were gone, and went to look for them, but he\nhad a hard time.\n\nHe thought that Hermes might have had something to do with them. So he\nwent to Hermes.\n\nHermes was playing upon the lyre which he had made, and was singing\ngently to himself.\n\nThe music was so beautiful that Apollo forgot all about his cows.\n\n\"Where did you find that wonderful thing?\" asked Apollo.\n\n\"O, I made it,\" said Hermes.\n\n\"Let me see it!\" cried Apollo. \"Show me how to play upon it.\"\n\nHermes showed him, and Apollo sat down and played until it grew dark.\n\n\"O, give me this thing! I must have it,\" said Apollo.\n\nSo Hermes gave it to him, and Apollo played upon it, gently at first,\nand then louder. He made such wild, sweet music as had never before\nbeen heard.\n\nTo pay for the lyre, Apollo gave Hermes a magic stick which would\nbring sleep to men and would stop all quarreling.\n\nOne day Hermes saw two snakes fighting. He touched them with the\nmagic stick, and they stopped at once and wound themselves around it,\nand stayed there ever after.\n\nIn the pictures of Hermes you will see this magic stick with the\nsnakes around it. You will see, too, the cap and the shoes, with the\nwings upon them.\n\nWhen Hermes and Apollo had made these gifts to each other, Apollo\nsaid:\n\n\"Hermes, my dear boy, you like my white cows so well that I am going\nto let you take care of them. I shall not have much time to take care\nof cows now, for you know I am learning to play upon the lyre.\"\n\nHermes took care of the white cows after that, and on summer days he\nused to drive them across the blue meadows of the sky.\n\nWhen the Greeks saw the white clouds running before the wind, they\nwould say:\n\n\"It is Hermes driving his cows to pasture.\"\n\n\nTHE RAINBOW BRIDGE\n\nHermes was so useful that Juno, the queen of the heavens, thought she\nmust have a messenger, too. So she took Iris, a little sky fairy.\n\nIris lived up among the clouds, and played with the stars, and romped\nwith the little winds.\n\nAt night she used to sleep in the silver cradle of the Moon.\n\nSometimes Apollo, the Sun, took her in his golden car. Sometimes she\nslipped down to earth with the rain. Sometimes she went to visit her\ngrandfather, the gray old Sea.\n\nHer grandfather was always glad to see her, and when she came down, he\nwould hitch up his white sea horses and drive her over the tops of the\nwaves. What fun that was!\n\nOld grandfather Sea loved Iris very much, and Apollo loved her, and\nJuno loved her.\n\nNo one who saw her could help loving her; she was so bright and\nbeautiful and good.\n\nWhen Juno sent her down to the earth on errands, the old Sea always\nwanted her to stay.\n\nBut Apollo, the Sun, wanted her, too, and Juno wanted her.\n\nAt last the Sun and the Sea and the Air and the Rain all said they\nwould make a bridge for Iris, so that she might go back and forth\nmore quickly between the earth and the sky, on the errands of Juno.\n\nThe Earth brought the colors of all her beautiful flowers--rose, and\nblue, and violet, and yellow, and orange, and the green of the grass.\n\nThe Sea gave silver mist.\n\nThe Clouds gave gray and gold.\n\nThe Sun himself spun the bridge out of all these colors.\n\nThen he fastened one end of it to the sky and hung a pot of gold on\nthe other end, to keep it from blowing away; and it is said that the\npot of gold is still there in the earth at the end of the rainbow\nbridge.\n\nBut no one has ever found it.\n\n\n\n\nPOEMS OLD AND NEW\n\n\nTHANK YOU, PRETTY COW\n\n    Thank you, pretty cow, that made\n    Pleasant milk to soak my bread,\n    Every day and every night,\n    Warm, and fresh, and sweet, and white.\n\n    Do not chew the hemlock rank,\n    Growing on the weedy bank;\n    But the yellow cowslip eat,\n    That will make it very sweet.\n\n    Where the purple violet grows,\n    Where the bubbling water flows,\n    Where the grass is fresh and fine,\n    Pretty cow, go there and dine.\n\n    JANE TAYLOR\n\n\nPLAYGROUNDS\n\n    In summer I am very glad\n      We children are so small,\n    For we can see a thousand things\n      That men can't see at all.\n\n    They don't know much about the moss\n      And all the stones they pass;\n    They never lie and play among\n      The forests in the grass;\n\n    But when the snow is on the ground,\n      And all the puddles freeze,\n    I wish that I were very tall,\n      High up above the trees.\n\n    LAURENCE ALMA-TADEMA\n\n\nSLEEP, BABY, SLEEP\n\n      Sleep, baby, sleep!\n      Thy father watches his sheep;\n    Thy mother is shaking the dreamland tree,\n    And down comes a little dream on thee.\n      Sleep, baby, sleep!\n\n      Sleep, baby, sleep!\n      The great stars are the sheep;\n    The little stars are the lambs, I guess,\n    And the gentle moon is the shepherdess.\n      Sleep, baby, sleep!\n\n    FROM THE GERMAN\n\n\nA CHILD'S PRAYER\n\n    When it gets dark, the birds and flowers\n    Shut up their eyes and say good night;\n    And God, who loves them, counts the hours\n    And keeps them safe till it gets light.\n\n    Dear Father! Count the hours to-night,\n    When I'm asleep and cannot see;\n    And in the morning may the light\n    Shine for the birds and flowers and me!\n\n    WILLIAM HAWLEY SMITH\n\n\n\n\nPHONETIC TABLES\n\n\nNOTE TO THE TEACHER. The vocabulary of this book is here rearranged\nfor class drill. This should be given daily until the pupils are able\nto pronounce at least thirty words per minute either by following the\ncolumns or the lines.\n\nIn this grade children may be expected to give the reasons for the\nseveral vowel sounds herein taught, but should not be required to\ncommit and apply phonetic rules. As the words in a column are\ngenerally in the same phonetic group, column drills tend to fix the\nprinciple there presented. But in the line drills and in the review\ntables children must rely upon their own knowledge of the phonetic\nelements.\n\nTable I consists of monosyllabic words of not more than four letters\nin which a single consonant precedes a short vowel or in which a short\nvowel begins the word. There is a column for each vowel.\n\nTable II contains words with two consonants final or initial or both.\n\nTable III introduces vowels made long by final silent _e_.\n\nTable IV is a mixed review with some additional words.\n\nTable V contains long vowel digraphs and _y_ equivalent to long _i_,\nand has a review column of forms ending in _s_.\n\nTables VI, VII, and VIII contain lists of words illustrating the\nremaining vowel sounds in frequent use throughout the book.\n\nTable IX presents groups of words taught by analogy. It also\nillustrates _c_, _g_, and _dg_, followed by silent _e_.\n\nTable X is a review of monosyllables with some additional words.\n\nTable XI teaches words of two syllables with the endings _ing_, short\n_y_, and _er_; also the elision of _e_. Column five is largely a\nreview.\n\nTable XII presents three columns of words of two syllables\nillustrating the phonetic principles previously set forth. Column four\nillustrates the long vowel ending an accented syllable; column five\ngives final _ed_ pronounced as _d_ or _t_.\n\nTable XIII, column one, gives _a_ and _be_ as prefixes and _ful_ as a\nsuffix; column two, silent letters; column three, contractions and\npossessives; column four and column five, unclassified phonetic words.\n\nTable XIV contains unphonetic words or words but partly phonetic.\n\n\n    TABLE I\n\n    sad    met    dim    box    sun\n\n    ax     yet    dig    fox    cup\n\n    bag    wet    bill   top    dug\n\n    cap    bell   fit    pop    puff\n\n    hand   web    kiss   hop    fun\n\n    man    nest   lid    dot    husk\n\n    sand   bend   hid    not    dust\n\n    camp   felt   lit    got    but\n\n    rap    send   rid    pot    must\n\n    bad    bent   hit    on     run\n\n\n    TABLE II\n\n    rich   drop   still   switch  things\n\n    ring   spun   dress   struck  banks\n\n    neck   flax   flop    swept   ships\n\n    witch  than   fresh   whish   pranks\n\n    rank   swim   shell   pluck   wings\n\n    hitch  shot   swift   drink   frogs\n\n    bank   thin   crept   spent   rocks\n\n    such   sled   stand   string  logs\n\n    fish   shop   speck   spring  crabs\n\n\n    TABLE III\n\n    safe    these   fine    shone  tune\n\n    crane   here    white   those  spoke\n\n    plate   cave    life    stone  rode\n\n    state   shape   pine    hole   rope\n\n    spade   flame   side    woke   froze\n\n    vale    sale    dine    shore  rove\n\n    shake   lake    shine   drove  grove\n\n    brave   name    drive   smoke  more\n\n\n    TABLE IV\n\n    when    spade   grove   thin    yes\n\n    husk    shine   pranks  these   dwell\n\n    ring    smoke   mist    same    drive\n\n    must    spent   lent    banks   drove\n\n    skin    whish   end     tune    puff\n\n    shell   logs    snake   shore   here\n\n    witch   white   things  flame   man\n\n    drink   gift    melt    frogs   went\n\n    drops   elk     stand   pip     spring\n\n    thank   still   step    such    crabs\n\n    dress   wave    mine    dust    struck\n\n\n    TABLE V\n\n    bee     tea     sail    boat    grapes\n\n    sweep   each    pain    goat    boats\n\n    three   year    rain    road    goats\n\n    freeze  bleat   trail   throat  snakes\n\n    thee    leaf    plain   cloak   shapes\n\n    queer   meat    wait    foam    kites\n\n    free    scream  pay     toad    miles\n\n    wheel   dream   play    roam    flows\n\n    feet    wheat   gray    coat    holes\n\n    sweet   feast   bay     soak    seas\n\n    need    leaves  sky     goes    years\n\n    green   beasts  sly     bow     grows\n\n    seek    clear   dry     row     tales\n\n    deer    grease  try     show    rains\n\n    deep    beads   thy     low     stones\n\n    feel    clean   pies    snow    times\n\n    week    near    lie     grow    seems\n\n    peek    stream  tied    grown   waves\n\n    sheet   heat    tried   new     skies\n\n    cheese  speaks  cried   knew    Greeks\n\n\n    TABLE VI\n\n    far    sharp   sir     nor    burn\n\n    car    hard    first   for    hurt\n\n    dark   scar    birds   corn   turn\n\n    lark   stars   birch   north  burst\n\n    barn   marks   skirts  storm  purse\n\n    hark   yards   perch   horse  purr\n\n\n    TABLE VII\n\n    ball   glass   moo    true   foot\n\n    hall   past    shoo   flue   stood\n\n    small  grass   room   blew   full\n\n    tall   ant     root   chew   put\n\n    paw    fast    moose  rude   pull\n\n    walk   last   choose  rule   push\n\n\n    TABLE VIII\n\n    soft    air     word   cows     sour\n\n    toss    hair    words  town     south\n\n    moss    fair    worm   brown    round\n\n    cross   chair   work   owl      loud\n\n    strong  care    works  tower    wound\n\n    long    fare    world  flowers  hours\n\n\n    TABLE IX\n\n    high    kind   old    ice     rage\n\n    light   mind   gold   mice    orange\n\n    bright  find   fold   face    hedge\n\n    right   grind  hold   place   bridges\n\n    night   child  told   peace   head\n\n    fright  wild   cold   prince  spread\n\n\n    TABLE X\n\n    bars    trail   shore   peace   grass\n\n    town    grease  shape   child   talk\n\n    rage    dance   swift   tight   blew\n\n    drink   room    watch   freeze  stood\n\n    struck  fair    clear   flows   birch\n\n    smoke   snake   soak    worm    sharp\n\n    spade   noise   gray    clouds  bread\n\n    south   spoil   world   beasts  hold\n\n    strong  counts  small   hitch   shine\n\n    grown   harp    wound   white   skirts\n\n    queen   quite   storm   bear    true\n\n    throat  waves   leaves  care    perch\n\n    cried   brown   hedge   cross   burst\n\n\n    TABLE XI\n\n    spinning  grassy   never    feeble   Bossy\n\n    mumbling  woolly   summer   uncles   every\n\n    hunting   ferry    rivers   needles  gipsy\n\n    pecking   stormy   owner    castle   Bobby\n\n    barking   funny    sister   bottle   kippy\n\n    hanging   happy    whiskers little   Jippy\n\n    filling   sandy    blower   purple   Jimmy\n\n    shaking   empty    dinner   puddles  Fanny\n\n    passing   ugly     gather   gentle   valley\n\n    shining   sorry    pitcher  beaten   lilies\n\n    trembling marry    silver   golden   fairies\n\n    sitting   greeny   hunter   gardens  teasing\n\n    tacking   thirsty  otters   wooden   evening\n\n    living    angry    thunder  maiden   perching\n\n    begging   lily     farmer   given    camel\n\n    driving   lonely   winter   frozen   jewel\n\n    camping   merry    slumber  hidden   kernels\n\n    swimming  hurry    hither   frighten ragged\n\n    growing   gently   either   happen   scolded\n\n    bubbling  weedy    neither  broken   floated\n\n\n    TABLE XII\n\n    until   errands  snowflakes  secret   saved\n\n    arrows  cowslip  boatman     faded    seemed\n\n    billows seaside  sunbeams    waded    turned\n\n    swallow jackals  moonbeams   table    tired\n\n    yellow  carried  thousand    blazes   twirled\n\n    shadow  forests  rainbow     tigers   growled\n\n    hollow  princess wampum      tulip    happened\n\n    maybe   hundred  housetops   roses    rubbed\n\n    basket  hemlock  ourselves   lady     grumbled\n\n    magic   insects  shepherd    music    surprised\n\n    flowers forgot   wigwam      quiet    drowned\n\n    timid   within   merchants   giant    tangled\n\n    visit   himself  bonfires    baby     roared\n\n    sunset  window   darkness    finer    used\n\n    spirit  appear   strangest   wider    showed\n\n    ashes   indeed   playgrounds cradle   brushed\n\n    voices  forget   dreamland   stories  dropped\n\n    daisies outside  sun-struck  going    stretched\n\n    linen   herself  perhaps     open     romped\n\n    coral   mistake  married     Iris     slipped\n\n\n    TABLE XIII\n\n    ago      knew     I've     God        fluttering\n\n    arise    comb     I'll     Ellen      passenger\n\n    around   climb    I'm      Juno       woodcutter\n\n    ashamed  lambs    it's     Hermes     hollyhock\n\n    across   lambkins we'll    Orion      umbrellas\n\n    ashore   wrens    you'll   Diana      bumblebee\n\n    along    wrong    you've   Childe     lackaday\n\n    afraid   answered you're   Jeremy     shivering\n\n    aboard   sword    they'll  Mercury    everything\n\n    among    honest   they're  Indian     everywhere\n\n    Apollo   autumn   didn't   suddenly   shepherdess\n\n    belongs  fastened don't    overtops   elephants\n\n    before   fighting who'll   different  buffaloes\n\n    beyond   tightly  haven't  coconut    everybody\n\n    because  ought    doesn't  violet     messenger\n\n    beneath  fought   won't    shouldn't  Rowland\n\n    beside   brought  ladies'  mammy's    Limberkin\n\n    became   taught   she's    myself     Tom Tit Tot\n\n    useful   naughty  there's  polite     Artemis\n\n    faithful daughter dolly's  speckled   Thursday\n\n\n    TABLE XIV\n\n    son    elves   prayer   building  wonderful\n\n    fro    eyes    colors   together  hovering\n\n    sure   to-day  touched  quarrel   to-morrow\n\n    blood  floor   instead  eleven    shoulders\n\n    meant  rolled  months   dreadful  everywhere\n\n    heard  skeins  obeyed   feathers  blossomed\n\n    guess  fruit   twelve   to-night  neighbors\n\n    warm   built   toward   island    hastening\n\n    love   ribbon  beggar   monkey    steadily\n\n    dove   above   fortune  youngest  pictures\n\n    field  pearls  voyage   seasons   overhead\n\n    piece  forth   country  diamonds  grandfather\n\n    view   ready   coming   chimney   wherever\n\n    buy    acorn   enough   pasture   pleasant\n\n    folk   friend  anyway   backward  sugar cane\n\n    both   idly    ancient  forward   learning\n\n    does   ghosts  halfway  prairie   covered\n\n    earth  often   loving   trouble   beautiful\n\n    lyre   sailor  pretty   anybody   prettier\n\n    lose   ocean   heaven   nobody    Englishman\n\n\n\n\nWORD LIST\n\n\nThis list does not include words used in Book One. The numeral before\neach group refers to the page on which the words first appear.\n\n\n    11. Childe Rowland\n        princess\n        name\n        Ellen\n        ball\n\n    12. elves\n        dark\n        tower\n        far\n\n    13. youngest\n\n    14. sword\n        things\n\n    15. country\n        head\n        speaks\n\n    16. drop\n        thirsty\n        forget\n        eyes\n        knew\n\n    18. around\n        each\n\n    20. dim\n        light\n        seemed\n        himself\n        hall\n        gold\n        silver\n        diamonds\n        shone\n        sad\n\n    21. turned\n        stone\n        golden\n\n    22. floor\n        free\n        noise\n        outside\n        fee-fi-fo-fum\n        blood\n        Englishman\n        fought\n\n    23. enough\n        bottle\n\n    24. hand\n        sister\n        left\n\n    25. Tom Tit Tot\n        hard\n        daughter\n        those\n        meant\n        soft\n\n    26. herself\n\n    27. spinning\n        mumbling\n        to-day\n        heard\n        spun\n        skeins\n\n    28. fine\n        eleven\n        months\n        every\n        year\n\n    29. anyway\n        everything\n\n    30. room\n        wheel\n        flax\n        before\n        goes\n\n    31. twirled\n        window\n        guess\n        pay\n        work\n\n    32. try\n\n    33. brought\n\n    34. together\n        hunting\n        queer\n        hole\n        nimmy\n        I'm\n\n    35. table\n        because\n\n    36. never\n\n    37. lambkins\n        grassy\n        banks\n        pranks\n        woolly\n        feet\n        watch\n        bleat\n\n    38. ferry\n        across\n        boatman\n        you've\n        purse\n        I'll\n        step\n        boat\n\n    39. coral\n        sailor\n        ashore\n        white\n        dig\n        nor\n        pluck\n        feeble\n        insects\n        stormy\n\n    40. swallow\n        sun-loving\n        summer\n\n    41. wrens\n        hedge\n        building\n        perching\n        pecking\n        fluttering\n        everywhere\n\n    42. sail\n        rivers\n        ships\n        clouds\n        sky\n        prettier\n        than\n        these\n        bridges\n        pretty\n        bow\n        heaven\n        overtops\n        road\n        earth\n\n    43. paw\n        woke\n\n    44. saved\n        life\n\n    45. honest\n        ax\n        woodcutter\n        stood\n\n    46. kind\n        sir\n\n    47. Mercury\n        met\n\n    49. crane\n        throat\n        bill\n\n    51. town\n        visit\n        mice\n\n    52. rich\n        barking\n        music\n\n    53. safe\n\n    54. quarrel\n        cloak\n        care\n\n    55. warm\n\n    56. ant\n        dove\n        leaf\n        blew\n        shore\n\n    58. lark\n        nest\n        field\n        owner\n\n    59. neighbors\n        uncles\n\n    60. yet\n        ourselves\n\n    61. shadow\n        piece\n        meat\n\n    63. grapes\n        sweet\n        hanging\n        still\n        high\n        don't\n        sour\n        fit\n\n    64. birds\n        north\n        south\n        wider\n        view\n        spread\n        wings\n\n    65. bark\n        basket\n        kippy\n        peek\n        maybe\n        funny\n        learning\n        secret\n        speckled\n\n    66. Jeremy\n        covered\n        growled\n        sly\n        Limberkin\n        dreadful\n        scream\n        dream\n\n    67. snowflakes\n        feathers\n        filling\n        air\n        they're\n        shaking\n        swift\n        love\n        we'll\n        kiss\n        true\n\n    68. hollyhock\n        bend\n        need\n        dolly's\n        tea\n        acorn\n        plate\n        feast\n        state\n\n    69. pine\n        valley\n        beautiful\n        needles\n        green\n\n    70. leaves\n        happened\n        passing\n        shining\n\n    71. carried\n        glass\n\n    72. perhaps\n\n    74. happy\n\n    75. faithful\n        beasts\n        seek\n        fortune\n        along\n        teasing\n        monkey\n        hurt\n        pain\n\n    76. tied\n\n    77. spent\n        box\n        fastened\n        lid\n\n    78. floated\n        round\n        rolled\n        magic\n        wherever\n\n    79. castle\n        gardens\n        merchants\n        built\n\n    80. showed\n\n    81. ribbon\n\n    82. whiskers\n        rubbed\n        drove\n\n    83. swim\n\n    84. mind\n        frogs\n\n    85. brown\n        sand\n        flows\n        either\n\n    86. foam\n        mine\n        past\n        hundred\n        miles\n\n    87. seaside\n        wooden\n        spade\n        sandy\n        empty\n        cup\n        rain\n        umbrellas\n\n    88. autumn\n        vale\n        bonfires\n        smoke\n        trail\n        pleasant\n        flowers\n        blazes\n        gray\n        seasons\n        bright\n\n    89. toss\n        kites\n        ladies'\n        skirts\n        grass\n        loud\n\n    90. different\n        hid\n        felt\n        push\n        strong\n        cold\n        blower\n        child\n\n    91. timid\n        afraid\n        coconut\n        shot\n\n    92. running\n\n    93. answered\n        elephants\n        tigers\n\n    94. buffaloes\n        deer\n        jackals\n\n    95. first\n        show\n\n    97. husk\n        fruit\n\n    98. top\n        place\n        both\n        wrong\n        root\n        string\n        side\n\n    99. owl\n        among\n        stand\n\n    100. does\n\n    102. camel\n         sugar cane\n         crabs\n         waded\n\n    103. haven't\n\n    104. dinner\n\n    105. deep\n         feel\n\n    106. bumblebee\n         tulip\n         mistake\n         lake\n\n    107. Bobby\n         barn\n         Bossy\n         lackaday\n         who'll\n         shoo\n         drive\n         moo\n         mammy's\n\n    108. Jippy\n         Jimmy\n         logs\n         wet\n         thin\n         crept\n         dry\n         ki-hi\n\n    109. shivering\n         roam\n         won't\n         until\n         pip\n         pop\n         flippety\n         flop\n         ready\n         clear\n         gather\n         chimney\n         row\n         hop\n\n    110. kernels\n         sharp\n         yellow\n         small\n         burst\n         shake\n         steadily\n         backward\n         forward\n         you'll\n         low\n\n    111. ugly\n         spring\n\n    112. indeed\n         pitcher\n         gift\n         jewel\n         scolded\n         sorry\n\n    113. roses\n         pearls\n\n    114. send\n         Fanny\n         myself\n\n    115. grumbled\n         lady\n\n    116. polite\n         snake\n         toad\n         spoke\n\n    117. prince\n\n    118. surprised\n         married\n\n    119. sitting\n         evening\n         same\n\n    120. week\n         Thursday\n\n    121. bell\n         ring\n\n    122. bent\n\n    123. coat\n         trouble\n         witch\n\n    123. marry\n         yards\n\n    124. lent\n         horse\n\n    125. switch\n\n    126. rode\n         comb\n\n    128. boo-oo-oo\n         roared\n         tired\n\n    130. sale\n\n    132. to-morrow\n         grease\n\n    134. rage\n\n    135. greeny\n         bay\n         tacking\n         island\n         beneath\n         ought\n         aboard\n         drowned\n         ocean\n         billows\n\n    136. fare\n         passenger\n         voyage\n         sheet\n\n    137. wound\n         living\n         tune\n         naughty\n         cross\n         rude\n         tangled\n         spoil\n\n    138. scar\n         quiet\n         wigwam\n         Indian\n         moose\n         maiden\n         marks\n         snow\n         sled\n         ice\n\n    139. brave\n         hunter\n         wonderful\n         choose\n\n    140. sunset\n         end\n         angry\n         ashes\n\n    141. shell\n         beads\n         dress\n\n    142. skin\n\n    145. broken\n         birch\n         fresh\n         clean\n         brushed\n\n    146. hair\n\n    147. rainbow\n         faded\n         stars\n\n    148. forgot\n         neck\n         elk\n         wampum\n         used\n         spirit\n         shoulders\n         obeyed\n\n    149. belongs\n         ashamed\n\n    150. rocks\n         cave\n         twelve\n         otters\n         camp\n         foot\n\n    151. climb\n         hollow\n         middle\n         struck\n\n    152. dug\n\n    153. mist\n         storm\n         thunder\n         voices\n\n    155. peace\n         given\n         grown\n         tall\n         near\n         baby\n         taught\n\n    156. lily\n         ago\n         stories\n         halfway\n         shape\n\n    157. became\n         lonely\n         plain\n         prairie\n\n    158. wild\n         toward\n\n    159. blossomed\n         lilies\n\n    160. beggar\n         ragged\n         begging\n\n    161. friend\n         dust\n         lose\n         stream\n\n    163. bee\n         linen\n         fair\n         shop\n         buy\n         shouldn't\n\n    164. web\n         everybody\n         swept\n         finer\n         neither\n\n    165. worm\n         farmer\n         son\n\n    166. hours\n         nobody\n         grow\n\n    167. winter\n         froze\n\n    168. melt\n         frozen\n         coming\n\n    169. idly\n         fro\n         pasture\n         merry\n         housetops\n         sweep\n         shepherd\n         driving\n         hastening\n         within\n         fold\n         hurry\n         beyond\n\n    170. shine\n         trembling\n         bars\n         darkness\n         slumber\n\n    171. ghost\n         fairies\n         lit\n         tales\n         dwell\n         forgotten\n         ancient\n\n    172. quite\n         strangest\n         folk\n         anybody\n         flue\n         rove\n         gypsy\n         camping\n         grove\n         hither\n         hidden\n         flame\n         hovering\n         appear\n         sure\n         suddenly\n         puff\n         whish\n\n    173. daisies\n         overhead\n         dot\n         often\n         arise\n         there's\n         skies\n         she's\n         dropped\n\n    174. giant\n         Greeks\n         car\n         heat\n         arrows\n         sunbeams\n         sun-struck\n         gently\n\n    175. Apollo\n         harp\n         lyre\n         Artemis\n         Diana\n\n    176. pictures\n         moonbeams\n         new\n         Orion\n\n    177. word\n         instead\n         rid\n\n    178. hit\n         speck\n         swimming\n\n    180. Hermes\n         cap\n         errands\n\n    181. stretched\n         tightly\n         fun\n\n    184. quarreling\n         fighting\n         touched\n         themselves\n\n    186. useful\n         messenger\n         Juno\n         Iris\n         romped\n         cradle\n         slipped\n         grandfather\n\n    187. hitch\n         waves\n\n    188. forth\n         colors\n         violet\n         orange\n\n    189. soak\n         chew\n         hemlock\n         rank\n         growing\n         weedy\n         cowslip\n         purple\n         bubbling\n         dine\n\n    190. playgrounds\n         thousand\n         moss\n         lie\n         forests\n         puddles\n         freeze\n         above\n\n    191. thy\n         dreamland\n         thee\n         lambs\n         gentle\n         shepherdess\n\n    192. prayer\n         God\n         counts\n         to-night","title":"The Young and Field Literary Readers, Book 2","tradition":"myth-cosmogony","translated_text":null,"word_count":18766}