Story Hour Readings, Book 4American Book, 1921 |
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... cried Gigino , laughing . " Excuse me , but you're tickling me all over . ” The good ant herself laughed at this and added : " It's natural . I have touched you in the most sensitive part of your body . I have touched your antennæ ...
... cried Gigino , laughing . " Excuse me , but you're tickling me all over . ” The good ant herself laughed at this and added : " It's natural . I have touched you in the most sensitive part of your body . I have touched your antennæ ...
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... cried the lizard . " No , you don't . " " Well , I don't see why not , " said the tadpole . " To sure , I haven't any legs , but I have a tail . " " Yes , " said the lizard , " but birds have beaks and feathers and wings as well , and ...
... cried the lizard . " No , you don't . " " Well , I don't see why not , " said the tadpole . " To sure , I haven't any legs , but I have a tail . " " Yes , " said the lizard , " but birds have beaks and feathers and wings as well , and ...
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... found the tadpole in a state of wild excitement . " Oh , 25 Lizard , Lizard ! " he cried , shaking all over from his nose to his tail . " Just look at me ! I'm getting legs . " ΤΟ It was true . There they were , still 30 OUT OF DOORS.
... found the tadpole in a state of wild excitement . " Oh , 25 Lizard , Lizard ! " he cried , shaking all over from his nose to his tail . " Just look at me ! I'm getting legs . " ΤΟ It was true . There they were , still 30 OUT OF DOORS.
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... cried the tadpole , in despair . " It was bad enough not to have wings ; but now that I'm getting legs this way , there's no knowing where it'll end . " 15 The lizard , too , was almost hopeless , until suddenly she remembered a ...
... cried the tadpole , in despair . " It was bad enough not to have wings ; but now that I'm getting legs this way , there's no knowing where it'll end . " 15 The lizard , too , was almost hopeless , until suddenly she remembered a ...
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... cried . " This is no tadpole ! " Then , coming closer , the crawfish went on : " Why are you lying here ? Why aren't you over in the swamp singing with all the rest of them ? Don't you know you are a frog ? " " A frog ! " cried the ...
... cried . " This is no tadpole ! " Then , coming closer , the crawfish went on : " Why are you lying here ? Why aren't you over in the swamp singing with all the rest of them ? Don't you know you are a frog ? " " A frog ! " cried the ...
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Æsop asked beautiful Beechnut began birds Blunder Bob-o'-link brave brook brother called chee chief Chipmunk cried Dick dinner door EDWARD LEAR eyes farmer father Featherhead fire firefly flax flowers Gigino Glooskap Gluck gold Golden River Greedy Fawn grew ground Grumbler happy hear heard HENRY SCHOOLCRAFT HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW Indians kettle king land laughed lived lizard looked Malleville morning mother never night Nutcracker Old North Church piece poem porridge Richard Whittington river Dee S. H. READINGS FOURTH saké Samuel Morse sandpiper settlers ship silent song soon Spink stone stork story stream tadpole telegraph tell thee things Thinklittle thought thrushes told took trees turned village Watseka wigwam wind Wishing-Gate wonderful Woo Sing wood words young ΙΟ ΤΟ
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Page 139 - He was chubby and plump, — a right jolly old elf; And I laughed, when I saw him, in spite of myself. A wink of his eye and a twist of his head Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread. He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work, * And filled all the stockings ; then turned with a jerk, And laying his finger aside of his nose, And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose. He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle, And away they all flew like the down of a thistle ; But I heard him...
Page 137 - TWAS the night before Christmas, when all through the house Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse ; The stockings were hung by the chimney with care, In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there; The children were nestled all snug in their beds, While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads...
Page 169 - By the trembling ladder, steep and tall, To the highest window in the wall, Where he paused to listen and look down A moment on the roofs of the town, And the moonlight flowing over all. Beneath, in the churchyard, lay the dead, In their...
Page 138 - And then in a twinkling, I heard on the roof The prancing and pawing of each little hoof. As I drew in my head, and was turning around, Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound. He was dressed all in fur from his head to his foot, And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot ; A bundle of toys he had flung on his back, And he looked like a peddler just opening his pack.
Page 217 - The village smithy stands ; The smith, a mighty man is he, With large and sinewy hands ; And the muscles of his brawny arms Are strong as iron bands. His hair is crisp, and black, and long, His face is like the tan ; His brow is wet with honest sweat, He earns whate'er he can, And looks the whole world in the face, For he owes not any man.
Page 219 - Thanks, thanks to thee , my worthy friend, ' For the lesson thou hast taught ! Thus at the flaming forge of life Our fortunes must be wrought; Thus on its sounding anvil shaped Each burning deed and thought!
Page 102 - What wondrous life is this I lead! Ripe apples drop about my head; The luscious clusters of the vine Upon my mouth do crush their wine; The nectarine, and curious peach, Into my hands themselves do reach; Stumbling on melons, as I pass, Ensnared with flowers, I fall on grass.
Page 171 - A hurry of hoofs in a village street, A shape in the moonlight, a bulk in the dark, And beneath, from the pebbles, in passing a spark Struck out by a steed flying fearless and fleet; That was all! And yet, through the gloom and the light, The fate of a nation was riding that night; And the spark struck out by that steed, in his flight, Kindled the land into flame with its heat.
Page 184 - I therefore believe it is my duty to my country to love it; to support its Constitution; to obey its laws; to respect its flag; and to defend it against all enemies." WILLIAM TYLEE PAGE. PLEDGE TO THE FLAG. " I pledge allegiance to my flag and to the Republic for which it stands; one Nation, indivisible, with liberty and justice for all.
Page 279 - White are his shoulders, and white his crest : Hear him call in his merry note : " Bob-o'-link, bob-o'-link, Spink, spank, spink ; Look, what a nice new coat is mine, Sure there was never a bird so fine. Chee, chee, chee.