creatures drones inside hive idle
defense driven killed cells size
workers queen stings shape wax
1. Bees livexx in a housexx that is called a hive. They are of three kinds,—workers, drones, and queens.
2. Only one queen can livexx in each hive. If she is lost or dead, the other bees will stop their work.
3. They are very wise and bμsy little creatures. They all join together to build cells of wax for their honey.
4. Each bee takes its proper place, and does its own work. Some go out and gather honey from the flowers; others stay at home and work inside the hive.
5. The cells which they build, are all of one shape and size, and no room is left between them.
6. The cells are not round, but have six sides.
7. Did you ever look into a glass hive to see the bees while at work? It is pleasant to see how bμsy they always are.
8. But the drones do not work. Before winter comes, all the drones are driven from the hive or killed, that they may not eat the honey which they did not gather.
9. It is not quite safe for children to handle bees. They have sharp stings that they know well how to usexx in their defense.
How doth the little bμsy bee
Improve each shining hour.
And gather honey all the day
From every opening flower!
1. Buzz! buzz! buzz!
This is the song of the bee.
His legs are of yellow;
A jolly, good fellow,
And yet a great worker is he.
2. In days that are sunny
He's getting his honey;
In days that are cloudy
He's making his wax:
On pinks and on lilies,
And gay daffodillies,
And columbine blossoms,
He levies a tax!
3. Buzz! buzz! buzz!
The sweet-smelling clover,
He, humming, hangs over;
The scent of the roses
Makes fragrant his wings:
He never gets lazy;
From thistle and daisy,
And weeds of the meadow,
Some treasure he brings.
4. Buzz! buzz! buzz!
From morning's first light
Till the coming of night,
He's singing and toiling
The summer day through.
Oh! we may get weary,
And think work is dreary;
'Tis harder by far
To have nothing to do.
1. Mary Armstrong was a pretty little girl, but she was heedless about some things.
2. Her way of leaving her books and playthings just where she had used them last, gave her mother much trouble in picking them up and puttingxx them in their proper places.
3. She had often told Mary the evil effects of being so careless. Her books became spoiled, and her toys broken.
4. But worse than this was the growing habit of carelessness, which would be of great harm to her all her life. It would make her unhappy, and would annoy her friends.
5. One day Mary and her mother went out into their pleasant yard, to spend an hour in the open air. Mrs. Armstrong took her work with her.
6. Mary ran about and played with Dash, her pet dog, and was having a happy time.
7. But in a corner of the yard she found her nicest doll all torn and broken, and its dress covered with mud.
8. She knew, at once, that Dash had done this, and she scolded him harshly.
9. Carrying the broken doll to her mamma. she showed it to her, and could hardly keep from crying.
10. Mrs. Armstrong asked Mary if she had not left the doll on the porch where Dash could easily get it; and Mary had to answer, "Yes, ma'am."
11. "Then you must not blame the dog, Mary, for he does not know it is wrong for him to play with your doll. I hope this will be a lesson to you hereafter, to put your things away when you are through playing."
12. "I will try," said Mary. And her mother promised to mend the doll as well as she could.
1. Sheep are washed and sheared some time in the month of June. This should be done quite early in the month, before the hot days begin.
2. It is fine sport for those who look on, but not much fun for the sheep.
3. It is best for the sheep to have the wool taken off; otherwise they would suffer in the summer time.
4. When the time comes for washing the sheep, they are driven to a pond or a little river.
5. Then they are thrown into the water, one at a time. The men who are in the water catch them, and squeeze the wet wool with their hands to get the dirt all out of it.
6. Then the wool is thoroughly dried, the sheep are taken to the shearer; and he cuts off the wool with a large pair of shears.
7. It is then dyed, spun, and woven into cloth.
8. In a short time, before the cold winter comes, new wool grows out on the sheep. By the corning of spring there is so much, that it must be cut off again.
bearers earth warm sultry wander
rays grain clouds o'er we'rexx
1. "Clouds that wander through the sky,
Sometimes low and sometimes high;
In the darkness of the night,
In the sunshine warm and bright.
Ah! I wonder much if you
Have any useful work to do."
2. "Yes, we'rexx bμsy night and day,
As o'er the earth we take our way.
We are bearers of the rain
To the grasses, and flowers, and grain;
We guard you from the sun's bright rays,
In the sultry summer days."
1. Little Patty livesxx in a log housexx near a great forest. She has no sisters, and her big brothers are away all day helping their father.
2. But Patty is never lonely; for, though the nearest housexx is miles away, she has many little friends. Here are two of them that livexx in the woods.
3. But how did Patty teach them to be so tame? Patty came to the woods often, and was always so quiet and gentle that the squirrels soon found they need not be afraid of her.
4. She brought her bread and milk to eat under the trees, and was sure to leave crumbs for the squirrels.
5. When they came near, she sat very still and watched them. So, little by little, she made them her friends, till, at last, they would sit on her shoulder, and eat from her hand.
6. Squirrels build for themselves summer houses. Those are made of leaves, and sticks, and moss. They are nice and cool for summer, but would never do for the winter cold and snow.
7. So these wise little people find a hollow in an old tree. They make it warm and snug with soft moss and leaves; and here the squirrels livexx all through the long winter.
frightened intend wheat Thomas complains plums
choose shocking sparrow ripest robbing
breakfast plenty share treat tales wait
1. Glad to see you, little bird;
'Twas your little chirp I heard:
What did you intend to say?
"Give me something this cold day"?
2. That I will, and plenty, too;
All the crumbs I saved for you.
Don't be frightened—here's a treat:
I will wait and see you eat.
3. Shocking tales I hear of you;
Chirp, and tell me, are they true?
Robbing all the summer long;
Don't you think it very wrong?
4. Thomas says you steal his wheat;
John complains, his plums you eat—
Choose the ripest for your share,
Never asking whose they are.
5. But I will not try to know
What you did so long ago:
There's your breakfast, eat away;
Come to see me every day.
1. One fine summer afternoon, Sam was walking home from school. He went along slowly, reading a book.
2. Sam had spent all his money for the book, but he was a happy boy.
3. At length he came into the highroad, where there was a gate. A blind man stood, holding it open.
4. The poor man said, "Please give me a few cents to buy some bread!" But Sam gave him nothing.
5. What! did Sam give the poor blind man nothing? Yes; for, as I told you, he had spent all his money.
6. So Sam walked on, very sad. Soon after, a fine carriage came up, and in it were Harry and his mother.
7. The blind man stood, and held out his hat. "Let us give the poor man something," said Harry to his mother.
8. His mother gave him some cents. Harry took them, but did not put them into the man's hat.
9. He threw them into the hedge as far as he could. The poor man could not find them, for, you know, ho was blind.
10. Sam had turned back to look at the fine carriage. He saw Harry throw the cents into the hedge; so he came back at once, and looked for the money until he found it all for the blind man.
11. This took so long a time, that he almost lost his supper.
12. Which of the boys do you think was truly kind to the poor man?
13. I know which he thanked most in his heart.
rippling fringe stray thou mill
village brink clear wild hill
course bathe tiny pool rill
1. Run, run, thou tiny rill;
Run, and turn the village mill;
Run, and fill the deep, clear pool
In the woodland's shade so cool,
Where the sheep love best to stray
In the sultry summer day;
Where the wild birds bathe and drink,
And the wild flowers fringe the brink.
2. Run, run, thou tiny rill,
Round the rocks, and down the hill;
Sing to every child like me;
The birds will join you, full of glee:
And we will listen to the song
You sing, your rippling course along.
hastened possible balance Edgar save
boatman danger quickly move trip
stretched several started folks fell
1. "Sit still, children. Do not move about in the boat," said Mr. Rose to the young folks he was taking for a trip on the water.
2. The boat was a large one, and could not easily be upset. There were in it Mr. and Mrs. Rose, the boatman, and several little boys and girls.
3. "Keep still, please, young gentlemen," said the boatman, when Edgar Rose and Thomas Readxx began to move from one side to the other.
4. They kept quiet for a short time only. Edgar soon wanted a stick which Thomas held in his hand. He lost his balance in trying to get the stick, and fell into the water.
5. Mr. and Mrs. Rose both started up, and stretched out their arms to save him; but in so doing, they upset the boat.
6. Every one fell into the water, and all were in the greatest danger of being drowned.
7. Another boat was near, with but one man in it. He hastened to them as quickly as possible, and saved them from drowning.
8. Children should always be careful and quiet when they are in a boat on the water, and should obey what older people tell them.