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attempt the reading Baby Ann baby brother Baby Bunting baby doll baby jump baby robins baby run baby sister ball Banbury Bess birds blow brook brother run catch Cheer-up Chick-a-dee-dee chipmunk cluck cold and frosty dog watches drink duck Fan's feed finds baby frog girls Good-by grandma hear horse Jack Frost Kitty plays Let us play little boy little feet little kitty little mouse little robins little sparrow Look mamma MEMORY GEM mend a shoe mulberry bush nest nuts º º old cat old robin Papa peep phonic drill phonic facts illustrated play tag play toss pond pretty rose rabbit red apple Rob 2 Yes Santa Claus says seed seen sheep shines SIGHT WORD BLENDING sing sleeps snow song spin swim Teacher's Manual Tell Tommy top spin tricks try to fly watches WORD BLENDING DRILL
Page 103 - Little Boy Blue, come blow your horn, The sheep's in the meadow, The cow's in the corn. Where's the little boy That looks after the sheep ? He's under the haycock, fast asleep. Will you wake him ? No, not I; For if I do he'll be sure to cry.
Page 70 - The blade on which it rested, Before the day was done, Without a drop to moisten it, Would wither in the sun.
Page 117 - Humpty together again. ide a cockhorse to Banbury Cross, To see a fine lady upon a white horse; With rings on her fingers and bells on her toes, She shall have music wherever she goes.
Page 119 - The Mulberry Bush Here we go round the mulberry bush, The mulberry bush, The mulberry bush. Here we go round the mulberry bush, So early in the morning.
Page 99 - ELF one another," the snow-flakes said, As they cuddled down in their fleecy bed " One of us here would not be felt, One of us here would quickly melt, But I'll help you, and you help me, And then what a big white drift we'll see."
Page 16 - MEMORY GEM Birds and bees and flowers, Every happy day, Wake to greet the sunlight, Thankful for its ray; All the night they're silent, Sleeping safe and warm; God who knows and loves them, Keeps them from all harm.
Page 100 - Why, a poor little sparrow. 0 fie, little Tom, With your fine bow and arrow, How cruel to shoot At a poor little sparrow!
Page 39 - To the Turks. — Will he carry them home ? — He will not carry them home. — Will you come ? — I will not come, (ir.) — Where do you wish to go ? — I wish to go to the good English. — Will the good Italians go to our house ? — They will not go. — Where do they wish to go ? — They wil) go nowhere.
Page 97 - Snaps and snails, and puppy-dog's tails; And that's what little boys are made of, made of. What are little girls made of, made of, made of, What are little girls made of? Sugar and spice, and all that's nice ; And that's what little girls are made of, madeof.