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a/rut ADDITIONAL WORDS apple Ben's boat boys and girls bright catch cher cherries child clear stream COMMIT TO MEMORY cool count the eggs cried dear little duck eyes farmer father fish flag flew gives good milk glad glad song goats hammock happy harm hear it sing hide high tree horse hurried James jump Kitty Lady Moon lamb lawn let the dog little bird little chicks little crocus little girl little pansy Little Robin look Lucy Lucy's lunch mee-ow morning mother old grasshopper old hen pantry pluck purr-r Red squirrels REVIEW.—SIGHT READING ripe Robin Red-breast rose-bush roses Row your boat run and play sang says shore SIGHT READING sly old rat snow snow-man soldiers soon Spot squirrel sweet song swim swing high tall trees TAUGHT PHONETICALLY teacher trolley car wade warm day web-feet
Page 61 - Twinkle, twinkle, little star, How I wonder what you are! Up above the world so high, Like a diamond in the sky.
Page 108 - LADY MOON, Lady Moon, where are you roving ? Over the sea. Lady Moon, Lady Moon, whom are you loving ? All that love me. Are you not tired with rolling, and never Resting to sleep ? Why look so pale and so sad, as forever Wishing to weep ? Ask me not this, little child, if you love me : You are too bold : I must obey my dear Father above me, And do as I'm told. • Lady Moon, Lady Moon, where are you roving ? Over the sea.
Page 79 - Rockabye Baby, on the tree top, When the wind blows the cradle will rock, When the bough breaks the cradle will fall, Down will come baby, cradle and all.
Page 32 - ONCE I saw a little bird Come hop, hop, hop ; So I cried, little bird, Will you stop, stop, stop? And was going to the window To say, how do you do ? But he shook his little tail, And far away he flew.
Page 64 - One, two, Buckle my shoe; Three, four, Shut the door; Five, six, Pick up sticks; Seven, eight, Lay them straight; Nine, ten, A good fat hen; Eleven, twelve, Who will delve?
Page 57 - THE SUN'S TRAVELS THE sun is not a-bed, when I At night upon my pillow lie; Still round the earth his way he takes, And morning after morning makes. While here at home, in shining day, We round the sunny garden play, Each little Indian sleepy-head Is being kissed and put to bed.
Page 95 - Lost your mittens! You naughty kittens! Then you shall have no pie!" "Mee-ow, mee-ow, mee-ow.
Page 79 - BLOW, wind, blow! and go, mill, go! That the miller may grind his corn; That the baker may take it and into rolls make it, And send us some hot in the morn. Six little mice sat down to spin, Pussy passed by, and she peeped in. "What are you at, my little men?
Page 108 - Are you not tired with rolling, and never Resting to sleep ? Why look so pale and so sad, as forever Wishing to weep? "Ask me not this, little child, if you love me : You are too bold : •* Jousfc obey my dear Father above me, And do as I'm told.