Part 9 (2/2)

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One day old Charlie thought he wouldn't mind such a little boy. Then Neddie asked Bess and little Effie to help. Each took a cornstalk. How old Charlie ran when he saw them coming.

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Out of the wild north-east The snow comes fly-ing; O-ver our chim-ney tops The wind goes sigh-ing.

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Up, lag-gard birds, a-way, On swift wings go-ing, To where, on south-ern hills, A-far from win-ter's chills, Soft winds are blow-ing.

POLLY AND HER DEAD BIRD.

Some one gave lit-tle Pol-ly a bird. It sang all day long, and made the nurs-er-y ring with its mer-ry notes. Pol-ly was so fond of it, and al-ways fed it her-self. One day when the children had come in from a walk, they found the bird dead in its cage. A wick-ed cat had killed it.

The chil-dren all cried a great deal; and they bur-ied it in a small white box in the garden, and plant-ed flow-ers o-ver the grave.

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MOLL AND JANE'S PICNIC.

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Moll and Jane had a pic-nic. They first begged the cook to give them some sand-wich-es and gin-ger-bread. Then Moll stole down stairs, and got an a-p.r.o.n-ful of po-ta-toes, while Jane got some match-es. They were go-ing to roast their po-ta-toes; and this is the way they did it. They dug a shal-low hole, put them in, cov-ered them with dirt, and then built a fire a-bove them. They were ver-y good when they were cooked, I can tell you.

BELLE AND HER BROTHERS.

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The same day that Moll and Jane had their pic-nic, Belle and her two small broth-ers had one. They did not have a fire: but their cook put up a much bet-ter lunch for them, and they took it to their fa-vor-ite spot, packed in a bas-ket on their don-key's back; and, while they ate their lunch, he nib-bled the soft gra.s.s. They had a good time, and were not sent to bed without sup-per, as Moll and Jane were, for mak-ing a fire when it was for-bid-den.

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