Part 3 (1/2)
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A-way, a-way, The glad bird flew, Far out of sight, In heav-ens blue.
The wee girl watched With won-der-ing eye, Till it had fad-ed In the sky, Then sat her down, and cried, ”Boo-hoo!
My bird is gone! What shall I do?”
Her pin-a-fore With tears was wet: ”My bird a-gain, ”I'll nev-er get.”
At last she raised Her weep-ing eye, And there at hand, What should she spy But bird-ie hop-ping in his door, Tired of his freedom, back once more.
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LITTLE MAY'S PET.
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”Come in, puss,” said lit-tle May, ”and you shall have a nice cup of milk for your break-fast. And I will put a fresh rib-bon on your neck, too.” Puss walked in at once, for he was ve-ry hun-gry. For more than an hour she had been watch-ing at a mouse-hole, but the mouse would not come out and be caught. So at last she had grown tired of wait-ing.
TOM, GRACE AND LOU.
TOM and Grace and Lou had been down to the brook the day be-fore, and had caught three frogs. They got one of pa-pa's old ci-gar box-es, and lined it with leaves, and cut small holes in it, that the air might pa.s.s in and out.
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The next morn-ing they o-pened the box, and put them on the gra.s.s: they looked ver-y ill. ”Let's take them back to the brook,” said Lou. As soon as the frogs saw the wa-ter, they jumped, and were seen no more.
THE TWO STAGS.
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HERE we are out in the wild woods. What a pret-ty lit-tle glade it is, with a spring of fresh wa-ter in it! But see, there are two stags here, fight-ing as if they were bit-ter foes. Their great wide-spread ant-lers are locked in-to each oth-er's. It some-times hap-pens in these fights that the ant-lers get so fast-ened to-geth-er that the stags can-not get them a-part. Then they both die. This will show you how quar-rels of-ten have ve-ry sad ends.
THE PET RABBIT.
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TOM and Grace hur-ried through their break-fast, and ran out to feed their pet rab-bit. Grace did not ev-en wait to put on her hat. But, when they came to the hutch, there was no rab-bit there.
”We must tell John to look for him,” said Grace. ”There he is! Let's run.” So they ran down the path to meet the gar-den-er's boy. John said that he would look just as soon as he took the bas-ket of let-tuce to the cook.
DOLL AND I.