the man who looked after the barns, was just as kind to us as our master was; So we were well off.

-Anna Sewall.

Definitions. Meadow, usually a field in which grass is grown to be cut and dried for hay. Pasture, a field covered with short grass on which cattle and horses feed while it is green. In this Lesson, meadow and pasture are the same. Neigh, the natural voice of a horse.

Spell: bread, meadow, pleasant, enough, rough, pasture, gallop, fence, jumped, watched.

Read the whole of the beautiful story, "Black Beauty." - Anna Sewall.

Sweet and low, sweet and low,

Wind of the western sea.

Low, low, breathe and blow,

Wind of the western sea.

- Tennyson.

9. PAPA'S LETTER TO UNA.*

June Salem troŭb'le com'fōrt'a ble ǎf fee'tion ate

SALEM, June 7, 1848.

MY DEAR LITTLE UNA:

I have been very much pleased with the letters which you have sent me. I

*This is part of a real letter written by the story - writer, Nathaniel Hawthorne, to his little daughter. He wrote for his children many pretty stories, some of which you will find in this book.

am glad to find that you do not forget me, for I think of you very often.

I bring home a great many beautiful flowers-roses, lilies, bluebells, and pinks, and many more besides; but it makes me feel sad to think that my little Una can not see them.

Your dolly wants to see you very much. She sits up in my study all day long, and has no one to talk with.

I try to make her as comfortable as I can, but she does not seem to be very happy. She has been quite good, and has grown very pretty since you went

away.

I hope you are a good little girl and are kind to your little brother and the baby. You must not trouble mama, but do all you can to help her.

Do not you wish to come home and see me? I think we shall be very happy when you come, for I am sure you will be a good little girl.

Good-bye,

YOUR AFFECTIONATE FATHER.

How long ago was this letter written? Write an answer to it.

Spell: comfortable, affectionate, trouble, lilies.

Little Red Hen looked busily round

In search of a bit to eat,

Till, hid in the straw and chaff, she found

A fat little grain of wheat.

"Now, who will plant this wheat?" she cried. "Not I!" the goose and the duck replied.

"Not I!" said the dog and the cat.
"Not I!" said the mouse and the rat.

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"O, I will, then!" said Little Red Hen,

And scratched with her quick little feet, Till a hole she dug and covered it snug, And so she planted the wheat.

Little Red Hen gave watchful care,

The rain and the dew came down;

And the wheat grew green, and tall, and fair,
Then turned to a golden brown.

"Now, who will reap this wheat?" she cried.
"Not I!" the goose and the duck replied.
"Not I!" said the dog and the cat.
"Not I!" said the mouse and the rat.
"O, I will, then!" said Little Red Hen.
And so, not caring for summer heat,
She cut it all with her sharp little bill,
And so she reaped the wheat.

Little Red Hen had still no rest,

Although she had worked so well;

She thought of her chicks in her snug little nest, How soon they would peep in the shell. "Now, who will go to the mill ?" she cried. "Not I!" the goose and the duck replied. "Not I!" said the dog and the cat.

"Not I!" said the mouse and the rat.

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"O, I will, then!" said Little Red Hen.

And she made a sack so neat,

With corn-silk thread and a corn-husk red,
In which she carried the wheat.

Little Red Hen then made some bread

That was white and light and sweet; And when it was done, she smiled and said, "We'll see who is willing to eat." "Now, who will eat this bread?" she cried. "I will!" the goose and the duck replied. "I will!" said the dog and the cat.

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"I will!" said the mouse and the rat.

"No doubt," said the hen, "if you get it!" And then (How the lazy ones longed for the treat!) She called to her chicks—she was mother of six; And that was the end of the wheat.

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- Eudora S. Bumstead, in St. Nicholas.

Spell wheat, thread, search, goose, quick, chicks, six, turned, covered, doubt, busily, watch, scratch, work, chaff.

Review Vowel Drill, page 8.

Copy and learn:

He who will not work neither shall he eat.

Blunder was going to the wishing-gate for a little carriage and four little ponies like Tom Thumb's.

Blunder's fairy godmother knew the way to the wishing-gate, but she could not tell him, for that was not according to fairy rules. She could only tell him to follow the road and ask the first owl he met; and over and over she said to him, "Be sure you do n't miss the owl. Be sure you do n't pass him by."

So far Blunder had come on very well, but now the road branched. Should he go on through the wood, or turn with the stream?