Part 2

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BABY ASLEEP

Baby is tired, so tired. She has played all the day long. Mother will rock her; Mother will sing her to sleep. Rock-a-bye, baby, close your eyes. Close your sweet blue eyes, Baby dear.

Sleep, my Baby, sleep. You are so tired, Baby. You have played all day. Now you must rest.

Blue-bird is asleep. Little blue-birds are asleep in their nest. Pussy willow and Violet are sleeping, too. You should sleep, baby. You should sleep and rest. Rock-a-bye, rock-a-bye, rock-a-bye, Close your sweet blue eyes, Close your sweet blue eyes, baby dear.

The little stars are shining.

High up in the sky, they are shining through the night. They are peeping into Blue-bird’s nest. They see the little birds sleeping there. They peep in at mother, rocking and singing to baby.

They want to see baby sleeping, too. Baby does not see them. Baby’s sweet blue eyes are closed at last. Good-night, Baby.

Good-night, Sleep tight, Wake up bright, In the morning light, To do what’s right, With all your might.

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THE NEW KITE

Tom has a new kite. Who do you think made it? Tom made the kite all alone. It is a blue kite. It has a long string. To-day the wind is blowing. “I will take my kite to the meadow,” said Tom. “I will fly it there.” Tom went out with his new kite. He ran up and down. But the kite did not fly well. Soon Tom grew tired. “I do not want to play with my kite. It does not fly well,” he said. “The wind is not strong to-day. I think the string should be longer. I will go home now. I will get a longer string. Some day the wind will be stronger. I will come again to the meadow. I will bring Baby with me. I will fly my kite for her.” Tom ran home. He found a new string. It was a good long string. In the morning he will go again to the meadow.

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TOM AND THE WIND

Tom is Baby’s brother. Tom loves Baby. He likes to play with her. Tom likes to play with the wind, too. And the wind seems glad to play with Tom and Baby. To-day they were in the meadow. All three were playing there. They ran up and down. How fast they ran! The wind blew Tom’s hat away. How it flew over the meadow!

The wind made the leaves fly round and round. They flew high and low. They looked like little birds. The wind blew them east. The wind blew them west. They found no place to hide. They found no place to rest.

Tom made a kite. Along came the wind. Up went the kite! High, high up over the tree-tops it flew! Then down, down, down it came. Up, up, up, again it went. Tom said, “It is flying to the sky. It will fly right out of sight.” As he said this, he let go the string. Away went the kite. And away went the wind with it. Then Tom and Baby went home.

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THE SONG OF THE WIND

You-oo-oo! I blow! I blow! I blow the tall trees. I rock the birdies in their nest. I sing to the flowers. I sing a sweet song to them. Winter is coming; snow is coming. Sleep, little flowers, sleep. Some days I sing a loud song. I sing, Come, little snowflakes! Cover the cold bare ground. “O I am the wind and I come very fast; Through the tall trees I blow a loud blast.”

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THE ROSE

The beautiful summer is here again. We have done with the winter, the snow and rain; The flowers grow bright by the garden wall, And the rose is the fairest one of all.

The apple tree blossoms are fair and sweet, And the bright-eyed daisy that grows at its feet. The lilies white are fair and tall, But the rose is the fairest flower of all.

THE BEAUTIFUL GARDEN

Long ago there was a beautiful garden. Fair blossoms grew in this garden. An old apple tree grew there. It grew by the wall. In the spring it was beautiful. It was covered with blossoms. In the fall it was covered with apples. A little daisy grew at its feet. Her eye was bright and shining. She closed it at night. But all day she looked up and was glad. Daisy loved the beautiful garden. A tall lily grew in the garden. She was sweet and white.

Close beside her grew a rose. The sweet flowers loved their home. They were glad all spring. They blossomed all summer. In the fall the cold wind came to the beautiful garden. He blew and blew and blew! “Summer is done,” he said. “Time to go to sleep, sweet flowers. Close your eye, Daisy. Sleep, Rose and Lily.” The little flowers went to sleep. The old apple tree saw them. “Time for me to sleep, too,” she said. “Come, wind, blow my leaves away. I do not want them now. Cover the flowers with them. They might be cold in the winter.” The wind blew all the leaves from the old apple tree. He covered Rose, Daisy, and Lily. “Now go to sleep, old tree,” he said. “The beautiful blossoms are all covered with your leaves. They will not be cold. So sleep, old apple tree. Sleep till spring comes back again.”

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THE GARDEN IN WINTER

It is winter. The garden is covered with snow. Many sweet flowers sleep under the cold white snow. Daisy is asleep under the apple tree. Lily sleeps near her. Rose sleeps near Lily. They are covered with warm leaves. The old apple tree is sleeping. All her buds are sleeping, too. In the spring they will wake. Now they are covered with snow. The snow covers the flowers, too. They are safe and warm. For many days they will sleep. All winter they will rest. Then spring will come. The warm days will come again. Robin will sing to the flowers. All the buds and flowers will wake. They will hear the robin’s song. They will look up. They will be glad. They will say, “The warm spring days have come back.” All the buds will blossom. The garden will be beautiful again.

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ROSE, DAISY, AND LILY

Rose, Daisy, and Lily grow in a beautiful garden. These three grow side by side. They are not alone. Many other flowers are growing all around them. But none are as beautiful as Rose. None are as bright-eyed as Daisy. None are as fair as Lily.

“Good morning, Rose,” says Daisy. “Where were you all winter?” “I was down under the white snow, sound asleep.” “And so was I,” says Lily. “And where have you been, Daisy?” “Indeed, I do not know. I think I must have been asleep, too. When I waked, the sun was shining. It was shining brightly all around. I felt the warm wind blowing over me. I saw the snow melting away. I was glad. I knew summer would soon be here. Look! There is little Violet now. See, she is blossoming. I must stop. My leaves are growing. My buds are coming. Good-by.”

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THE SPRING TIME

Now the days are full of music! All the birds are back again; In the tree-tops, in the meadows, In the woodlands, on the plain.

See them darting through the sunshine! Hear them singing loud and clear! How they love the busy spring time— Sweetest time of all the year!

TOM AND THE BIRDS

One morning Tom ran to mother. “Mother, mother!” he called. “The springtime has come!” “How do you know?” said mother. “The birds have come back,” said Tom. “I saw so many in the garden! They are singing their sweetest songs. Come and hear them, mother. The garden is full of music! Do come, mother!” Mother and Tom went into the garden. Robins were calling from the tree-top. Bluebirds were darting around. They were darting in the sunshine. All were singing their sweetest songs. They seemed to say, “It is time all nests were made.” They were so busy and glad. All wanted new nests. Robin’s nest was in the apple tree. Blue-bird’s nest was near it. How glad they all were! The garden was full of music. “I love the springtime,” said Tom. “I love to hear the birds sing.” “Hear their glad songs,” said mother. “See them darting in the sunshine! See how busy they are! We must be busy like the birds. We must be glad, too.”

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THE STAR

A little star lived away up in sky-land. At night it looked down at the trees. It peeped under the leaves. It looked into the birds’ nest. It looked long at the sweet flowers. The little star liked them best of all. It was always shining on them. It was always trying to wake them. One night Mother Moon saw the little star looking down. “Bright star,” said she, “why are you always shining on the flowers?” “Because I love them so, mother. I should like to go and live with them always,” answered the star. “Do you not love me, little star?” “Yes, mother dear, I do love you.” “Do you not love the other stars?” “Yes, I love you all, but I love the dear flowers best.” “Then why do you not go to them?” said the sad Mother Moon. “I will, I will; good-by, good-by,” said the star. In the morning this little star was gone from the sky. But a beautiful dandelion was growing in the meadow.

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THE DANDELION’S FRIENDS

Bright-eyed Daisy grew in the meadow. All day she looked up at the sky. It was so bright and blue. She saw the sun shining. She heard the birds singing. But at night she would close her eye and sleep quietly. Blue Violet grew in the meadow, too. She did not always sleep at night. She looked up into the sky. She saw a bright star shining there. She wanted the star to come to her.

One morning Violet and Daisy found a dandelion growing near them.

“Where did you come from, Dandelion?” they asked.

“I was a star,” answered Dandelion. “I lived in sky-land. All the long nights through I looked down at you in the meadow. You looked so sweet and happy here! I grew to love you dearly. And I wanted to come down and live with you. So here I am. Are you glad to see me? Do you want me to go back to the sky, bright Daisy? Will you let me stay with you here always, sweet Violet?” “Stay always,” said Daisy and Violet.

At·Christmas·Tide

WHO IS IT?

Who is it comes with his reindeer, Over the ice and snow, With a sleigh just full of good things? Tell me if you know. Just listen to his sleigh bells! They are ringing out so clear, And they tell us as we listen, That Santa Claus is near.

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SANTA CLAUS

Hush! hark! I hear sleigh bells! Listen and you will hear them. They are ringing out so clear. They say, “Some one is coming.” Who can it be? I think I know. He has a big sleigh. It is just full of good things. There is something for you and me. Little reindeer draw this sleigh. They come rushing, bounding over the ice and snow.

They are coming near, near, nearer! Hear the bells, loud, loud, louder! They must be almost here. Now do you know who is coming? Who is coming in his big sleigh? Who is bounding over ice and snow? Who brings a sleigh full of good things? Tell me if you know.

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WHO IS SANTA CLAUS?

_Tom_: Christmas will soon be here.

_Baby_: Christmas? What is Christmas?

_Tom_: Why, Baby! Christmas is the time Santa Claus comes.

_Baby_: Who is Santa Claus?

_Tom_: He is the friend of all good girls and boys.

_Baby_: Where does he live?

_Tom_: He lives in a cold land far away from here.

Santa Claus comes in a big sleigh.

Little reindeer draw his sleigh.

_Baby_: Did you see him, Tom?

_Tom_: No, he comes when all the boys and girls are asleep.

He comes down the chimneys.

_Baby_: Why does he come down the chimneys?

_Tom_: To bring something to all the boys and girls.

_Baby_: Will he bring something to us?

_Tom_: He will bring something good.

_Baby_: What will he bring, Tom?

_Tom_: You will know in the morning.

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THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS

It was the night before Christmas. Baby hung up her stocking. She hung it by the big fire-place. Tom hung his there, too. “Come, Baby,” said Tom. “We must go to bed. You know who comes to-night.” Then they crept quietly away to bed. They lay so still, listening, listening. But not a sound could be heard.

What did they think they would hear? Soon their tired little eyes were closing. They were fast asleep. Outside it was cold, so cold. Ice was all around. Wind was blowing; snow was flying. Cold clouds hid the blue sky. Yet over all moon and stars were shining brightly.

At last the moon peeped out. She peeped through the cold clouds. She looked far down at the cold world. Her rays fell upon a beautiful sight. There was dear old Santa Claus with sleigh and reindeer. They were flying from house to house. They were rushing over ice and snow. Down the chimneys Santa went. In one house he found two stockings. They hung side by side. They hung by the fire-place. We know who hung them there. Santa filled them full as they could hold. He filled them up to the very top. “Good!” said Santa, “good! How glad Tom and Baby will be! They have just what they want!” Back up the chimney Santa went. Into his big sleigh he jumped. “Get up, get up, reindeer!” Then away and away they flew! So they kept on leaving their good things all the night through.

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THE DOLL AND THE SLED

It was night. Santa had gone up the chimney. A new sled was by Tom’s stocking. It was a bright red sled. “Are you awake, doll?” called the sled. “I am,” answered the doll. “Where are you?” asked the sled. “Here, in this stocking,” said the doll. The sled looked up. There was a dear little doll peeping out of Baby’s stocking. “Well, here we are in our new home,” said the doll. “How do you like it?” “It is a good home,” said the sled. “I think we should be happy here. Santa brought me to the little boy who lives in this house. I think I will like him. I know he will like me. I am so bright and new.” “He ought to like you,” said the doll. “You are a nice sled. You are so bright and new. I am for a dear little girl. Santa calls her Baby. He says she will be kind to me. He says she will love me. Do you think she will? I know I will love her. Santa brought her a new hood. It is such a warm little hood!” “Hush!” said the sled. “Quick! Get back into the stocking! I hear some one coming!” “Who can it be?” asked the doll. “I think it is mother,” said the sled. “Oh, dear,” said the doll. “It may be Tom or Baby.” “No,” answered the sled. “They will not come till morning. They are in their beds. They are asleep now. Hush! Be quiet. Some one is coming near.” The doll crept back into the stocking. The sled lay down, too. How quiet they were! Mother came in. She made a light. Then she looked around. She saw the new sled. It lay close to Tom’s stocking. She looked into Baby’s stocking. She saw the new doll. She saw the new hood. She saw many other things. But not a sound did she hear. “Santa has been here,” she said. Then she went away quietly. All was quiet till Christmas morning.

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CHRISTMAS MORNING

Christmas morning is here. Tom and Baby awake. “Mother, mother,” they cry, “has Santa Claus been here? What did he leave for us? Let’s go look in our stockings quick!”

“Come, Baby, we can feel our way.” Away they rush to the fire-place. Mother follows fast with a light. “Look, mother, look! a sled, a top, a horn, candy. So many good things!” shouts Tom. “See this lovely doll,” cries Baby. “And here is a warm hood, a big book, and a cup. My! how many things dear old Santa brought us!” “Did you know Santa had been here, mother?” asks Tom. “Did you think he would bring us so many nice things? I have just what I wanted.”

“And so have I,” says Baby. Mother just smiles sweetly and says: “Santa Claus has been very kind to you. I know he thinks you ought to be good. He will want you to obey mother.” “We will do that,” says Baby. “Indeed we will mind you always.” “That makes me so glad!” says mother. “It will make Santa glad, too.” All three are very happy this beautiful Christmas morning. The sun is just peeping over the hills. Mother goes to get breakfast. Tom and Baby are kept busy with their new play-things.

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PLAYING IN THE SNOW

“Come quick! See the snow! See the snow!” cries Tom. “Mother, may we go out and play? May we take our sleds with us? May we take the ones Santa Claus brought us? Do say we may go, Mother.” “Yes, children,” answers mother. “You may play in the white snow. You may take your Christmas sleds. Come, I will put on your warm coats.”

“Where is my nice hood?” asks Baby. “I will bring it to you,” answers Tom. “How warm it is!” What fun they have in the deep snow! They are almost covered with it. Just hear them shout! How they make the snow fly! Up the steep hill they run. They draw their sleds after them. Then down they slide. They ought to look out for the sleighs. Their sleds go very fast. Sometimes the sleds tip over and throw them into the snow. But they do not care. It is all fun for them. Now they are making a snow man.

He is made of big balls of snow. What a big tall man! See them throw snow balls at him! “Come, children,” calls mother. “It is time to come in now. Come, take off your things by the fire. Another day you may play out again. You may play with your sleds.”

In·Garden·& Meadow

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THE LITTLE PLANT

In the heart of a seed Buried deep, so deep, A dear little plant Lay fast asleep.

“Wake!” said the sunshine, “And creep to the light.” “Wake!” said the voice Of the raindrops bright.

The little plant heard And it rose to see What the wonderful Outside world might be. —KATE LOUISE BROWN.

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BE GLAD

Is it raining, little flower? Be glad of rain. Too much sun would wither thee; ’Twill shine again.

The clouds are very dark, ’Tis true; But right behind them Shines the blue.

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Butterfly, butterfly, you’re a fairy bright, Flying high, flying low, in the summer light.

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THE FAIRY BUTTERFLY

It was a glad summer day. May was playing in the meadow. Something flew near. “What a beautiful butterfly!” she cried. “What shining bright wings it has!” The butterfly flew nearer. May crept close to it. “Oh, it is not a butterfly! What can it be?” she cried. “Oh, it is a dear little fairy! Stop and play, dear fairy,” she cried. But the fairy flew away. She was too busy to stop. She was searching for honey.

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THE BUTTERFLY IN THE GARDEN

One day I saw a beautiful butterfly. She was in the garden. She was flying among the flowers. She was playing with them. “Good morning, beautiful butterfly! Good morning,” said I again. But the butterfly made no answer. “Good morning, little fairy,” said I. But the butterfly just went on playing. She seemed to be searching for honey. She flew in and out among the flowers. The butterfly loves the flowers. And the flowers all love the butterfly. She flies from flower to flower, now high, now low.

She flies this way and that way. She likes the sweet bright flowers best of all. These give the butterfly honey. They seem to lift their heads when she comes. The butterfly works very little. She plays almost all the time. Would you like to play always? Would you like to be a butterfly?

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THE LITTLE FAIRY

A dear little fairy lives in a garden. The garden is full of beautiful flowers. The fairy has lived there all summer. Fairies always live among flowers. Did you not know that? This fairy is very beautiful. Her thin wings are bright and shining.

All day she flies from flower to flower. Is she telling them some sweet story? What do you think she says? This is what the fairy is saying. Listen if you want to hear. “The blue violet is sweet. The lily is white and tall. The daisy’s eye is bright. But the rose is the fairest of all.”