Near the chestnut I found this burr.
The chestnut fell out of the burr.

I found this nut before the squirrels found it.
Do you know why the burr is so prickly?
Inside it is as soft as satin. Why?

Who opened the burr?

The squirrels wait for Jack Frost to open the burr.

They would not like to carry that prickly burr to their nests. Why?

This is the song of the bee.

He is a great worker.

He has been gathering honey all summer.

From flower to flower he flies.

He carries the honey home to his hive.
In the hive lives the Queen Bee.

On sunny days the bees gather the honey.

Did you ever taste any honey? How did it taste?

The bees' legs are all yellow.

That is dust from the flowers, and it is called "pollen."

Pollen is the bread for the baby bees.

Some bees are called "drones."

They are too lazy to work.

Did you ever see any honey in the comb?

Tell me how it looked.

Of what use is wax?

Make this little verse with your letters:

""Buzz!'

This is the song of the bee.

His legs are of yellow,

A jolly good fellow,

And yet a great worker is he."

A WALK WITH THE TEACHER

a. Read and tell about a walk you once took.

We went out to Franklin Park.

I picked some goldenrod for mother.
We found some brown oak leaves.
We found some red maple leaves.

We found some yellow elm leaves.

Over a stone wall I saw a lovely red vine.
My teacher said it was woodbine.

The sky was blue with white clouds.

We could see the Blue Hills.

The ground under one tree was red with leaves.

Our teacher stood under the tree.

She said the tree was the leaves' mother.
The little leaves have been to a party.

That is why they wore such gay dresses.
Now it is the leaves' bedtime.

They will sleep near the mother tree.
They will sleep all winter.

HOW THE LEAVES CAME DOWN

a. When we came back from our walk, our teacher read this poem. Study the poem.

b. Choose one verse that you would like to read to the class.

I'll tell you how the leaves came down ;
The great tree to his children said,
"You're getting sleepy, Yellow and Brown,
Yes, very sleepy, little Red,

It is quite time you went to bed."

"Ah," begged each silly, pouting leaf,

"Let us a little longer stay.

Dear father tree, behold our grief,

'Tis such a very pleasant day,

We do not want to go away."

So just for one more merry day
To the great tree the leaflets clung.
Frolicked and danced and had their way,
Upon the autumn breezes swung,
Whispering all their sports among.

"Perhaps the great tree will forget,
And let us stay until the spring,
If we all beg, and coax, and fret ;'
But the great tree did no such thing,
He smiled to hear their whispering.

"Come, children, all to bed," he cried,
And ere the leaves could urge their prayer,
He shook his head; and far and wide,
Fluttering and rustling everywhere,
Down sped the leaflets through the air.

I saw them; on the ground they lay,
Golden and red a huddled swarm,
Waiting till one from far away,

White bedclothes wrapped upon her arm,
Should come to wrap them safe and warm.

The great tree looked down and smiled, "Good night, dear little leaves," he said. And from below each sleepy child Replied, "Good night," and murmured, "It is so nice to go to bed."

SUSAN COOLIDGE.

QUESTIONS TO ANSWER

a. Ask your teacher to read the little poem by John Greenleaf Whittier called, "Indian Summer." Also "Going a Nutting," by Edmund Clarence Stedman.

b. Write the answers to the following:

Why is the goldenrod like the sun?

Why does the bumblebee "make haste"?
What makes the lanes smell sweet?