"Not I," said the sheep; "Oh, no! "To-whit! to-whit! to-whee! "Chirr-a-whirr! Chirr-a-whirr! "I would not rob a bird," "It is very cruel, too," Said little Alice Neal; "I wonder if he knew How sad the bird would feel?" A little boy hung down his head, In this little dialogue, how many speakers are there? Who are they? What bird has a yellow breast? What animals deny stealing the eggs? What children deny it? Who stole the nest and eggs? Why did the little boy hide behind the bed? TH THE FIRST SNOWFALL By JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL HE snow had begun in the gloaming, Had been heaping field and highway With a silence deep and white. Every pine and fir and hemlock Wore ermine too dear for an earl, And the poorest twig on the elm tree Was ridged inch deep with pearl. From sheds new-roofed with Carrara The stiff rails were softened to swan's-down, I stood and watched by the window I thought of a mound in sweet Auburn How the flakes were folding it gently, Up spoke our own little Mabel, Saying, "Father, who makes it snow?" And I told of the good All-father Who cares for us here below. Again I looked at the snowfall, Then, with eyes that saw not, I kissed her; And she, kissing back, could not know That my kiss was given to her sister, Folded close under deepening snow.1 1. Lowell refers here to a daughter, Blanche, who died shorth before the birth of his daughter Rosa. |