Graded Literature Readers, Том 2

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Harry Pratt Judson, Ida Catherine Bender
Maynard, Merrill, & Company, 1899
 

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Сторінка 124 - ... ball, And he sometimes gets so little that there's none of him at all. He hasn't got a notion of how children ought to play. And can only make a fool of me in every sort of way. He stays so close beside me, he's a coward you can see; I'd think shame to stick to nursie as that shadow sticks to me! One morning, very early, before the sun was up, I rose and found the shining dew on every buttercup; But my lazy little shadow, like an arrant sleepy-head, Had stayed at home behind me and was fast asleep...
Сторінка 124 - I HAVE, a little shadow that goes in and out with me, And what can be the use of him is more than I can see. He is very, very like me from the heels up to the head; And I see him jump before me, when I jump into my bed. The funniest thing about him is the way he likes to grow — Not at all like proper children, which is always very slow ; For he sometimes shoots up taller like an india rubber ball, And he sometimes gets so little that there's none of him at all.
Сторінка 166 - 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.
Сторінка 102 - I cried for her more than a week, dears, But I never could find where she lay. I found my poor little doll, dears, As I played...
Сторінка 151 - To-whit! to-whit! to-whee! Will you listen to me? Who stole four eggs I laid, And the nice nest I made"?" " Not I," said the the cow, " Moo-oo! Such a thing I'd never do. I gave you a wisp of hay, But didn't take your nest away. Not I,
Сторінка 152 - I think I never heard Of anything so mean." "It is very cruel, too," Said little Alice Neal; "I wonder if he knew How sad the bird would feel?
Сторінка 108 - Little white Lily Smells very sweet: On her head sunshine, Rain at her feet. Thanks to the sunshine, Thanks to the rain! Little white Lily Is happy...
Сторінка 28 - Come, little leaves," said the wind one day, " Come o'er the meadows with me, and play ; Put on your dresses of red and gold, — Summer is gone and the days grow cold.

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