"Ho, ho!" sounded the baying, nearer now and nearer. "Come!" cried Neonetta in faint tones. "Ho, ho! - ho, ho!" Only a moment more, Queen Neonetta, for thy enchant5 ment over Daniel! The sun will rise, the cock will crow, good Lion will bound across the snow-covered clearing. But we will not stay. Hark! there is Lion again — “Ho, ho!" I. Tell who Daniel was, what his past life had been like, and what he was doing at the time of this story. 2. In reading the story what did you first think had happened to Daniel when he sailed away with Neonetta? Did he really see Neonetta? Who is she supposed to be? What was the silver ship? 3. What actually had happened to the world outside while Daniel slept? Where do you first get an inkling that Neonetta was some kind of frost spirit? 4. Do you think Daniel was glad to find himself still in his own cottage at daybreak? WASHINGTON'S BIRTHDAY BY MARGARET E. SANGSTER IS splendid to live so grandly, 'TIS That long after you are gone, That a nation stops on its way, And once a year, with banner and drum, 'Tis splendid to have a record So white and free from stain, That, held to the light, it shows no blot, Repeats its story of love, And your birthday lives in a nation's heart And this is Washington's glory, When his country's days were few; Yes, it's splendid to live so bravely, That your memory is ever a tocsin To live so proudly and purely That your people pause in their way, And year by year, with banner and drum, Take thought of your natal day. 1. What is the "glory of Washington," according to the poem? For what does the name of Washington stand, in your mind: is it love for his mother, military knowledge, political wisdom, common sense, sacrifice of self for country - or what? 2. We cannot all be Washingtons, but we can be like him in some ways. How? What can we do on the twenty-second of each February to be more like Washington? 10 15 20 5 ΤΟ 15 THE PLANTING OF THE APPLE TREE BY WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT Bryant (1794-1878) is one of America's great poets. Nature furnished him with a goodly part of the subjects for his poetry. Woods, rivers, flowers, birds all are treated in the lofty style of verse he made his own. Bryant began his professional life as a lawyer, but soon shifted to literary work. He was editor of The New York Evening Post for nearly fifty years. COME, let us plant the apple tree! Cleave the tough greensward with the spade; Wide let its hollow bed be made; There gently lay the roots, and there What plant we in this apple tree? Buds which the breath of summer days Shall lengthen into leafy sprays; Boughs where the thrush with crimson breast Shall haunt, and sing, and hide her nest; We plant upon the sunny lea A shadow for the noontide hour, What plant we in this apple tree? Sweets for a hundred flowery springs To load the May wind's restless wings, When from the orchard row he pours Its fragrance through our open doors; A world of blossoms for the bee, Flowers for the sick girl's silent room, For the glad infant sprigs of bloom, We plant with the apple tree. 5 What plant we in this apple tree? While children, wild with noisy glee, At the foot of the apple tree. And when above this apple tree And guests in prouder homes shall see, The fruit of the apple tree. 20 25 5 The fruitage of this apple tree, Each year shall give this apple tree but we But time shall waste this apple tree. What shall the task of mercy be, Amid the toils, the strifes, the tears |