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found it just right, neither too high nor too broad. But she sat in it so hard that the bottom came out, and down she fell with a bump to the ground.

By this time little Silver-Locks was very tired, so she crept upstairs to the bedchamber, where the three bears slept.

At first she lay down upon the bed of the Great, Big, Huge Bear; but that was too high at the head for her.

Then she lay down upon the bed of the MiddleSized Bear; but that was too low at the foot for her. Then she lay down upon the bed of the Little, Small, Wee Bear; and that was neither too high at the head nor too low at the foot, but just right; so she covered herself up and lay there till she was fast asleep.

While little Silver-Locks was lying there fast asleep, the three bears thought their porridge had cooled enough, so they came in from their walk to eat their breakfast.

They came right into the kitchen to get their porridge; but when the Great, Big, Huge Bear went to his bowl he growled out, in his great, rough, gruff voice:

"SOMEBODY HAS BEEN TASTING MY PORRIDGE!"

When the Middle-Sized Bear looked into his porridge bowl he cried out, in his middle-sized voice: "SOMEBODY HAS BEEN TASTING MY PORRIDGE!"

Then the Little, Small, Wee Bear looked at his porridge bowl and found the porridge all gone, so he piped out, in his little, small, wee voice:

"Somebody has been at MY porridge and has eaten it all up!"

Then the three bears began to look all about them. They went into the parlor, where little Silver-Locks had sat in the chairs.

Now, she had forgotten to put the cushions straight when she rose from the chair of the Great, Big, Huge Bear.

Then the Great, Big, Huge Bear growled out, in his great, rough, gruff voice:

"SOMEBODY HAS BEEN SITTING IN MY CHAIR!"

Then the Middle-Sized Bear cried out, in his middle-sized voice:

"SOMEBODY HAS BEEN SITTING IN MY CHAIR!" And the Little, Small, Wee Bear piped out, in his little, small, wee voice:

"Somebody has been sitting in MY chair and has broken it all to pieces!"

Then the three bears went upstairs into their chamber. There the Great, Big, Huge Bear growled out, in his great, rough, gruff voice:

"SOMEBODY HAS BEEN LYING IN MY BED!"

And the Middle-Sized Bear, in his middle-sized voice, cried out:

"SOMEBODY HAS BEEN LYING IN MY BED!"

And the Little, Small, Wee Bear piped out in his little, small, wee voice:

"Somebody has been lying in MY bed-and here she is!"

Little Silver-Locks had heard in her sleep the great, rough, gruff voice of the Great Big, Huge Bear; but she was so fast asleep that it was no more to her than the roaring of wind or the rumbling of thunder.

She had heard in her sleep the middle-sized voice of the Middle-Sized Bear; but it was all as if she had heard some one speaking in a dream.

But when she heard the little, small, wee voice of the Little, Small, Wee Bear, it was so sharp and so shrill that it wakened her at once.

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Up she started, and when she saw the three bears on one side of the bed, she tumbled herself out on the other.

Then the Great, Big, Huge Bear growled out, in his great, rough, gruff voice:

"LET'S EAT HER!"

And the Middle-Sized Bear cried out, in his middle-sized voice:

"LET'S EAT HER!"

But the Little, Small, Wee Bear piped out, in his little, small, wee voice:

"No, no; let's kiss her and send her home!"

While they were talking, Silver-Locks, without waiting to hear what they decided to do, jumped out of the low window and ran off home as fast as her feet would carry her.

THE COW

By ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON

TH

HE friendly cow all red and white,
I love with all my heart:

She gives me cream with all her might,
To eat with apple-tart.

She wanders lowing here and there,
And yet she cannot stray,
All in the pleasant open air,

The pleasant light of day;

And blown by all the winds that pass,
And wet with all the showers,
She walks among the meadow grass
And eats the meadow flowers.

LOOKING FORWARD

By ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON
When I am grown to man's estate
I shall be very proud and great,
And tell the other girls and boys
Not to meddle with my toys.

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THE LADYBIRD AND THE FLY

By WILHELM AND JAKOB GRIMM

LADYBIRD and a fly once lived and kept house together, and they brewed their beer in an eggshell. One day the ladybird fell in and was burned. Then the fly set up such a loud scream that the little door of the room asked: "What are you screaming for, fly?"

"Because ladybird has burned herself."

Then began the door to creak. "Why are you creaking?" asked a little broom in the corner. "Shall I not creak?" said the door;

"Ladybird is burned,

And little fly weeps.

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Then began the broom to sweep with all its might; and presently a stream passed the door and said: "Why are you sweeping so, broom?"

"Shall I not sweep?" replied the broom;

"Ladybird is burned,

Little fly weeps,

Little door jars,

And little broom sweeps.'

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Then said the stream, "So will I run," and it be

gan to run rapidly.

"Why are you running so?" asked the fire.

"Shall I not run," it replied,

"When ladybird is burned,

And little fly weeps,

Little door jars,

And little broom sweeps,

While little stream runs?"

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