merchant honestly rang mind
partner without rich bell
1. George started off, and felt much happier for having made up his mind to do what was right.
2. He rang the doorbell. When the man came out, George said, "Sir, I threw a snowball through your window. But I did not intend to do it. I am very sorry, and wish to pay you. Here is the dollar my father gave me as a New- year gift."
3. The gentleman took the dollar, and asked George if he had no more money. George said he had not. "Well," said he, "this will do."
4. So, after asking George his name, and where he lived, he called him an honest boy, and shut the door.
5. George went home at dinner time, with a face as rosy, and eyes as bright, as if nothing had gone wrong. At dinner, Mr. Ellet asked him what he had bought with his money.
6. George very honestly told him all about the broken window, and said he felt very well without any money to spend.
7. When dinner was over, Mr. Ellet told George to go and look in his cap. He did so, and found two silver dollars there.
8. The man, whose window had been broken, had been there, and told Mr. Ellet about it. He gave back George's dollar and another besides.
9. A short time after this, the man came and told Mr. Ellet that he wanted a good boy to stay in his store.
10. As soon as George left school, he went to livexx with this man, who was a rich merchant. In a few years he became the merchant's partner.
1. Frank was a very talkative little boy. He never saw a new thing without asking a great many questions about it.
2. His mother was very patient and kind. When it was proper to answer his questions, she would do so.
3. Sometimes she would say, "You are not old enough to understand that, my son. When you are ten years old, you may ask me about it, and I will tell you."
4. When his mother said this, he never teased any more. He knew she always liked to answer him when he asked proper questions.
5. The first time Frank saw an hourglass, he was very much amused; but he did not know what it was.
6. His mother said, "An hourglass is made in the shape of the figure 8. The sand is put in at one end, and runs through a small hole in the middle. As much sand is put into the glass as will run through in an hour."
7. Frank watchedthe little stream of sand. He was impatient, because it would not run faster. "Let me shake it, mother," said he; "it is lazy, and will never get through."
8. "Oh yes, it will, my son," said his mother, "The sand moves by little and little, but it moves all the time. 9. "When you look at the hands of the clock, you think they go very slowly, and so they do; but they never stop.
10, "While you are at play the sand is running, grain by grain, The hands of the clock are moving, second by second.
11. "At night, the sand in the hourglass has run through twelve times. The hour hand of the clock has moved all around its great face.
12. "This because they keep work every minutexx . They do not stop to think how much they have to do, and how long it will take them to do it."
13. Now, Frank's mother wanted him to learn a little hųmn; but he said "Mother, I can never learn it."
14. His mother said, "Study all the time. Never stop to ask how long it will take to learn it. You will be able to say it very soon."
15. Frank followed his mother's advice. He studied line after line, very bμsily; and in one hour and a half he knew the hųmn perfectly.
1. In the snowing and the blowing,
In the cruel sleet,
Little flowers begin their growing
Far beneath our feet.
2. Softly taps the Spring, and chearly ,—
"Darlings, are you here?"
Till they answer, "We are nearly,
Nearly ready, dear."
3. "Where is Winter, with his snowing?
Tell us, Spring," they say.
Then she answers, "He is going,
Going on his way.
4. "Poor old Winter does not love you;
But his time is past;
Soon my birds shall sing above you;—
Set you free at last."
Mary Mapes Dodge.
late straw Jenny snorted Templar
aunt rogue report grazing directly
ditch acted service suppose caressed
hired erect pricked moment grocery--ies
1. "It's of no usexx , Mrs. Templar; I have been trying the greater part of an hour to catch that rogue of a horse. She wonxx't be caught."
2. Such was the report the hired man brought in to Mrs. Templar one pleasant May morning, when she had been planning a ride.
3. "I suppose it can not be helped, but I wanted her very much," she said, as she turned away.
4. "What was it you wanted, mother?" asked Jenny Templar, a bright, brown-haired, brown-eyed girl of twelve, who had just come into the room.
5. "Fanny," said the mother. "It is such a beautiful morning, I meant to drive down to the village, get some groceries, then call for your Aunt Ann, have a nice ride up the river road, and bring her home to dinner.
6. "But father is away for all day, and the men have been trying nearly an hour to catch Fanny; one of the men says she can't be caught."
7. "Maybe she can't by him," said Jenny, with a merry laugh. "But, get ready, mother; you shall go if you like. I'll catch Fanny, and harness her, too."
8. "Why, my child, they say she jumped the ditch three or four times, and acted like a wild creature. You'll only be late at school, and tire yourself for nothing."
9. "It wonxx't take me long, mother. Fanny will come to me," said Jenny, cheer--ily. She put on her wide straw hat, and was off in a moment, down the hill, to the field where the horse was grazing.
10. The moment Fanny heard the rustle of Jenny's dress, she pricked up her ears, snorted, and, with head erect, seemed ready to bound away again.
11. "Fanny! O Fanny!" called Jenny, and the beautiful creature turned her head. That gentle tone she well knew, and, glad to see her friend, she carne directly to the fence, and rubbed her head on the girl's shoulder. As soon as the gate was opened, she followed Jenny to the barn.
12. The men had treated her roughly, and she remembered it. But she knew and loved the voice that was always kind, and the hand that often fed and caressed her. She gave love for love, and willing service for kindness.
rung Davy violet recess arrange
ferns maple dainty lingered prettiest
1. It was recess time at the village school. The bell had rung, and the children had run out into the bright sunshine, wild with laughter and fun.
2. All but poor Davy. He came out last and very slowly, but he did not laugh. He was in trouble, and the bright, golden sunlight did not make him glad.
3. He walked across the yard, and sat down on a stone behind the old maple. A little bird on the highest branch sang just to make him laugh.
4. But Davy did not notice it. He was thinking of the cruel words that had been said about his ragged clothes. The tears stole out of his eyes, and ran down his cheeks.
5. Poor Davy had no father, and his mother had to work hard to keep him at school.
6. That night, he went home by the path that led across the fields and through the woods. He still felt sad.
7. Davy did not wish to trouble his mother; so he lingered a while among the trees, and at last threw himself on the green moss under them.
8. Just then his teacher came along. She saw who it was, and stopped, saying kindly, "What is the matter, Davy?"
9. He did not speak, but the tears began again to start.
10. "Wonxx't you tell me? Perhaps I can help you."
11. Then he told her all his trouble. When he ended, she said, cheer--ily., "I have a plan, Davy, that I think will help you."
12. "Oh, what is it?" he said, sitting up with a look of hope, while a tearxx fell upon a blue violet.
13. "Well, how would you like to be a little flower merchant?"
14. "And earn money?" said Davy. "That would be jolly. But where shall I get my flowers?"
15. "Right in these woods, and in the fields," said his teacher. " Here are lovely blue violets, down by the brook are white ones, and among the rocks are ferns and mosses. Bring them all to my housexx , and I will help you arrange them."
16. So, day after day, Davy hunted the woods for the prettiest flowers, and the most dainty ferns and mosses. After his teacher had helped to arrange them, he took them to the city that was near, and sold them.
17. He soon earned money enough to buy new clothes. Now the sunshine and the bird's songs make him glad.
deep flour dough miller whether
cook afar dusty cradles grinding
glow doth valley reapers a-kneading
Far down in the valley the wheat grows deep,
And the reapers are making the cradles sweep;
And this is the song that I hear them sing,
While cheery and loud their voices ring:
"'Tis the finest wheat that ever did grow!
And it is for Alice's supper—ho! ho!"
Far down by the river the old mill stands,
And the miller is rubbing his dusty hands;
And these are the words of the miller's lay,
As he watches the millstones grinding away:
"'Tis the finest flour that money can buy,
And it is for Alice's supper—hi! hi!"
Downstairs in the kitchen the fire doth glow,
And cook is a-kneading the soft, white dough;
And this is the song she is singing to-day,
As merry and bμsy she's working away:
"'Tis the finest dough, whether near or afar,
And it is for Alice's supper—ha! ha!"
To the nursery now comes mother, at last,
And what in her hand is she bringing so fast?
'Tis a plate--ful of something, all yellow and white,
And she sings as she comes, with her smile so bright:
"'Tis the best bread and butter I ever did see,
And it is for Alice's supper—he! he!"
tall hung storm picket
firs north gowns sparked
roof flakes fairies captains
1. Last night, the cold north windxx blew great snow clouds over the sky. Not a star, not a bit of blue sky could be seen.
2. Soon the tiny flakes floated softly down, like flocks of little white birds. Faster and faster they came, till they filled the air. They made no noise, but they were bμsy all night long.
3. They covered all the ground with a soft, white carpet. They hung beautiful plumes on the tall, green firs. The little bushes, they put to sleep in warm night--gowns and caps.
4. They hid the paths so that the boys might have the fun of digging new ones. They turned the old picket fence into a rowxx of solδiers, and the gate posts into captains, with tall white hats on.
5. The old corn basket that was left out by the barn, upside down, they made into a cunning little snow housexx with a round roof.
6. When the bμsy little flakes had done their work, the sun came up to see what they had been about.
7. He must have been pleased with what he saw, for he smiled such a bright, sweet smile, that the whole white world sparkled as if it were made of little stars.
8. Who would have thought that the black clouds could hide the little fairies that made the earth so beautiful!
dug roots thump offense
toad spool heaped smoothed
forth apron closets dandelions
1. One day, Bessie thought how nice it would be to have a garden with only wild flowers in it. So into the housexx she ran to find her Aunt Annie, and ask her leave to go over on the shady hillside, across the brook, where the wild flowers grew thickest.
2. " Yes, indeed, you may go," said Aunt Annie; "but what will you put the roots and earth in while you are making the garden?"
3. "Oh," said Bessie, "I can take my apron."
4. Her aunt laughed, and said, "A basket will be better, I think." So they looked in the closets and the attic, everywhere; but some of the baskets were full, and some broken; not one could they find that would do.
5. Then Aunt Annie turned out the spools and the bags from a nice large workbasket, and gave that to Bessie. "You may have this for your own," she said, "to fill with earth, or flowers, or anything you like."
6. "Oh I thank you," said Bessie, and she danced away through the garden. She slipped through the gate, out into the field all starred with dandelions, down in the hollow by the brook, then up on the hillside out of sight among the shady trees.
7. How she worked that afternoon! She heaped up the dark, rich earth, and smoothed it over with her hands. Then she dug up violets, and spring-beauties, and other flowers,—running back and forth, singing all the while.
8. The squirrels peeped out of their holes at Bessie. The birds sang in the branches overhead. thump, came something all at once into the middle of the bed. Bessie jumped and upset the basket, and away it rolled down the hill.
9. How Bessie laughed when she saw a big, brown toad winking his bright eyes at her, as if he would say, "No offense, I hope."
10. Just then Bessie heard a bell ringing loudly. She knew it was calling her home; but how could she leave her basket? She must look for that first.
11. "Waiting, waiting, waiting," all at once sang a bird out of sight among the branches; "waiting, Bessie."
12. "Sure enough," said Bessie; "perhaps I'm making dear mother or auntie wait; and they are so good to me. I'd better let the basket wait. Take care of it, birdie; and don't jump on my flowers, Mr. Toad."
1. She was back at the housexx in a few minutes, calling, "Mother! mother! auntie! Who wants me?"
2. "I, dear," said her mother. "I am going away for a long visit, and if you had not come at once, I could not have said good-by to my little girl."
3. Then Bessie's mother kissed her, and told her to obey her kind aunt while she was gone.
4. The next morning, Bessie waked to find it raining hard. She went into her aunt's room with a very sad face. "O auntie! this old rain!"
5, "This new, fresh, beautiful rain, Bessie! How it will make our flowers grow, and what a good time we can have together in the housexx !"
6. "I know it, auntie; but you will think me so careless!"
7. "To let it rain?"
8. "No; don't laugh, Aunt Annie; to leave your nice basket out of doors all night; and now it will be soaked and ruined in this—this—beautiful rain." Bessie did not look as if the beautiful rain made her very happy.
9. "You must be more careful, dear, another time," said her aunt, gently. "But come, tell me all about it."
10. So Bessie crept very closexx to her auntie's side, and told her of her happy time the day before; of the squirrel, and the toad, and how the basket rolled away down the hill; and then how the bell rang, and she could not stop to find the basket.
11. "And you did quite right," said her aunt. "If you had stopped, your mother must have waited a whole day, or else gone without seeing you. When I write, I will tell her how obedient you were, and that will please her more than anything else I can say."
sought surely welcome lightsome
lofty maiden cherished introduce
There is a little maiden—
Who is she? Do you know?
Who always has a welcome,
Wherever she may go.
Her face is like the May time,
Her voice is like the bird's;
The sweetest of all music
Is in her lightsome words.
Each spot she makes the brighter,
As if she were the sun;
And she is sought and cherished
And loved by everyone;
By old folks and by children,
By loft and by low;
Who is this little maiden?
Does anybody know?
You surely must have met her.
You certainly can guess;
What! I must introduce her?
Her name is Cheerful--ness.
western breathe dying moon babe sails
1. Sweet and low, sweet and low,
Windxx of the western sea,
Low, low, breathe and blow,
Windxx of the western sea!
Over the rolling waters go,
Come from the dying moon, and blow,
Blow him again to me;
While my little one, while my pretty one sleeps.
2. Sleep and rest, sleep and rest,
Father will come to thee soon;
Rest, rest, on mother's breast,
Father will come to thee soon;
Father will come to his babe in the nest,
Silver sails all out of the west,
Under the silver moon;
Sleep, my little one, sleep, my pretty one, sleep.
End of McGuffey's Second Eclectic Reader by William Holmes McGuffey