Stories of Childhood & NatureGlobe School Book Company, 1905 |
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... all the year round , even in winter , if one is brave enough to look for them . The first visitor in my neighborhood is the skunk cabbage . Before its leaves have the cour- age to show themselves , the purple hoods push their 13 When?
... all the year round , even in winter , if one is brave enough to look for them . The first visitor in my neighborhood is the skunk cabbage . Before its leaves have the cour- age to show themselves , the purple hoods push their 13 When?
Page 14
... look inside SKUNK CABBAGE of the hoods to find the flowers . They grow in dense clusters upon a short stem , and although each flower is very tiny , it has four flower leaves , four stamens and one pistil . The purple or mottled hood ...
... look inside SKUNK CABBAGE of the hoods to find the flowers . They grow in dense clusters upon a short stem , and although each flower is very tiny , it has four flower leaves , four stamens and one pistil . The purple or mottled hood ...
Page 21
... look for him , you hear a saucy whistle , and then the whole performance goes on again and again . It is the chat who does it all . He is a won- derful ventriloquist . Perhaps you may have to look in the dictionary to see what that ...
... look for him , you hear a saucy whistle , and then the whole performance goes on again and again . It is the chat who does it all . He is a won- derful ventriloquist . Perhaps you may have to look in the dictionary to see what that ...
Page 26
... look like his home lane , he paused and seemed to be debating with himself . Two women just then came along ; they lifted and flirted their skirts , for it was raining , and this disturbed him again and decided him to take to the farm ...
... look like his home lane , he paused and seemed to be debating with himself . Two women just then came along ; they lifted and flirted their skirts , for it was raining , and this disturbed him again and decided him to take to the farm ...
Page 31
... them . Some of the finches twitter a low , musical song over their little ones , and we have often found their nests by hearing these soft , sweet notes . One must listen , as well as look , to learn CRADLE MAKING 31.
... them . Some of the finches twitter a low , musical song over their little ones , and we have often found their nests by hearing these soft , sweet notes . One must listen , as well as look , to learn CRADLE MAKING 31.
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Page 152 - There's a dance of leaves in that aspen bower, There's a titter of winds in that beechen tree, There's a smile on the fruit and a smile on the flower, And a laugh from the brook that runs to the sea.
Page 126 - Lift up your heads, O ye gates; and be ye lifted up, ye everlasting doors ; and the King of glory shall come in. Who is this King of glory? The LORD strong and mighty, the LORD mighty in battle. Lift up your heads, O ye gates ; even lift them up, ye everlasting doors ; and the King of glory shall come in.
Page 105 - DEEP in the wave is a coral grove. Where the purple mullet and goldfish rove, Where the sea-flower spreads its leaves of blue, That never are wet with falling dew, But in bright and changeful beauty shine, Far down in the green and glassy brine...
Page 195 - I voluntarily offered and gave all my money for one. I then came home and went whistling all over the house, much pleased with my whistle, but disturbing all the family. My brothers and sisters and cousins, understanding the bargain I had made, told me I had given four times as much for it as it was...
Page 151 - Is this a time to be cloudy and sad, When our Mother Nature laughs around ; When even the deep blue heavens look glad, And gladness breathes from the blossoming ground...
Page 78 - SUMMER is coming, summer is coming. I know it, I know it, I know it. Light again, leaf again, life again, love again,' Yes, my wild little Poet. Sing the new year in under the blue. Last year you sang it as gladly. ' New, new, new, new ! ' Is it then so new That you should carol so madly? ' Love again, song again, nest again, young again,' Never a prophet so crazy ! And hardly a daisy as yet, little friend, See, there is hardly a daisy.
Page 45 - Lady-bird ! lady-bird ! fly away home ; — The field-mouse has gone to her nest, The daisies have shut up their sleepy red eyes, And the bees and the birds are at rest. Lady-bird ! lady-bird ! fly away home...
Page 134 - For they covered the face of the whole earth, so that the land was darkened ; and they did eat every herb of the land, and all the fruit of the trees which the hail had...
Page 193 - O yes, fair sirs," the rascal laughed And his voice rang free and glad, " An idle man has so much to do That he never has time to be sad.
Page 195 - I then came home, and went whistling all over the house, much pleased with my whistle , but disturbing all the family, My brothers, and sisters, and cousins, understanding the bargain I had made, told me I had given four times as much for it as it was worth; put me in mind what good things I might have bought with the rest of the money; and laughed at me so much for my folly, that I cried with vexation; and the reflection gave me more chagrin than the whistle gave me pleasure.