Ellen, do look at Fido! He sits up in a chair, with my hat on. He looks like a little boy; but it is only Fido.
Now see him shake hands. Give me your paw, Fido. How do you do, sir? Will you take dinner with us. Fido? Speak! Fido says, "Bowwow," which means, "thank you, I will."
Isn't Fido a good dog, Ellen? He is always so polite.
When school is out, I will try to teach him some other tricks.
"O Hattie! I just saw a large rat in the shed; and old Nero tried to catch it."
"Did he catch it, Frank?"
"No; Nero did not; but the old cat did."
"No, it was the other one."
"Do tell me how she got it, Frank. Did she run after it?"
"No, that was not the way. Puss was hid on a big box. the rat stole out, and she jumped at it and caught it."
"Poor rat! It must have been very hungry; it came out to get something to eat."
"Why, Hattie, you are not sorry puss got the rat, are you?"
"No, I can not say I am sorry she got it; but I do not like to see even a rat suffer pain."
Mary and Lucy have come down to the beach with their grandpa. they livexx in a town near the sea.
their grandpa likes to sit on the large rock, and watch the big ships as they sail far away on the blue sea. Sometimes he sits there all day long.
the little girls like to dig in the sand, and pick up pretty shells. they watch the waves as they roll up on the beach, and break into white foam.
they sometimes make little houses of sand, and build walls around them; and they dig wells with their small wooden spades.
they have been picking up shells for their little sister. She is too young to come to the beach.
I think all children like to play by the seaside when the sun is bright, and the windxx does not blow too hard.
One day, Willie's father saw a boy at the market with four little white rabbits in a basket.
He thought these would be nice pets for Willie; so he asked the lad how much he wanted for his rabbits.
the boy said, "Only fifty cents, sir."
Willie's father bought them, and carried them home.
Here you see the rabbits and their little master. He has a pen for them, and always shuts them in it at night to keep them safe.
He gives them bread and grass to eat. they like grass, and will take it from his hand. He has called in a little friend to see them.
Willie is telling him about their funny ways.
Some rabbits are as white as snow, some are black, and others have white and black spots. What soft, kind eyes they have.
"Come here, Rose. Look down into this bush."
"O Willie! a bird's nest! What cunning, little eggs! May we take it, and show it to mother? "
"What would the old bird do, Rose, if she should come back and not find her nest?"
"Oh, we would bring it right back, Willie!"
"Yes; but we could not fasten it in its place again. If the windxx should blow it over, the eggs would get broken."
strong round dry bill worked
sends claws flit God spring
"How does the bird make the nest so strong, Willie?"
"the mother bird has her bill and her claws to work with, but she would not know how to make the nest if God did not teach her. Do you see what it is made of?"
"Yes, Willie, I see some horse-hairs and some dry grass. the old bird must have worked hard to find all the hairs, and make them into such a pretty, round nest."
"Shall we take the nest, Rose?"
"Oh no, Willie! We must not take it; but we will come and look at it again, some time."
God made the little birds to sing,
And flit from tree to tree;
'Tis He who sends them in the spring
To sing for you and me.
"Willie, when I was feeding the birds just now, a little brown bird flew away with a crumb in its bill."
"Where did it go, Rose?"
"I don't know; away off, somewhere."
"I can guess where, Rose. Don't you know the nest we saw some days ago?
What do you think is in it now?"
"O Willie, I know! Some little brown birds. Let us go and see them."
"All right; but we must not go too near. there! I just saw the old bird fly out of the bush. Stand here, Rose. Can you see?"
"Why, Willie, what ugly little things! What big mouths they have, and no feathers!"
"Keep still, Rose. Here comes the old bird with a worm in her bill. How hard she must work to feed them all!"
falling counts woes nigh begun griefs
stars tearxx morning Lord each joys
When the stars at set of sun
Watch you from on high
When the morning has begun
think the Lord is nigh.
All you do and all you say,
He can see and hear:
When you work and when you play,
think the Lord is near.
All your joys and grief He knows
Counts each falling tearxx .
When to Him you tell your woes,
Know the Lord is near.
One day, when Mary was taking a walk down the lane, trying to sing her doll to sleep, she met Frank, with his basket and cane.
Frank was a poor, little, lame boy. His father and mother were dead. His dear, old grandma took care of him, and tried to make him happy.
Every day, Mary's mother filled Frank's basket with bread and meat, and a little tea for his grandma.
"How do you do, Frank?" said Mary. "Don't make a noise; my doll is going to sleep. It is just a little sick to-day."
"Well, then, let us whistle it to sleep." And Frank, taking a willow whistle out of his pocket, blew a long note.
"Oh, how sweet!" cried Mary. "Do let me try."
"Yes, Mary, I will give it to you, because you are so good to my grandma."
"Oh! thank you very much." Mary blew and blew a long time. "I can't make it whistle," said she, almost ready to cry.
"Sometimes they will whistle, and sometimes they wonxx't," said Frank. "Try again, Mary."
She tried once more, and the whistle made a low, sweet sound. "It whistles!" she cried.
In her joy, she had turned the doll's face down, and its eyes shut tight, as if it had gone to sleep.
"there!" cried Frank, "I told you the way to put a doll to sleep, is to whistle to it."
"So it is," said Mary. "Dear, little thing; it must be put in its bed now."
So they went into the housexx . Frank's basket was soon filled, and he went home happy.