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see you, little bird; 'Twas your little chirp I heard: What did
you intend to say? "Give me something this cold day"?
2. That I will, and plenty, too; All the crumbs I saved for you. Don't be
frightened--here's a treat: I will wait and see you eat.
3. Shocking tales I hear of you; Chirp, and tell me, are they true?
Robbing all the summer long; Don't you think it very wrong?
4. Thomas says you steal his wheat; John complains, his plums you
eat-- Choose the ripest for your share, Never asking whose they are.
5. But I will not try to know What you did so long ago: There's your
breakfast, eat away; Come to see me every day.

LESSON XXVIII.
aft'er noon sup'per deep length car'riage threw hedge stood tru'ly road
few sad
[Illustration: Woman and boy riding in carriage pulled by horse. Man in
foreground holding gate open for carriage.]
SAM AND HARRY.

1. One fine summer afternoon, Sam was walking home from school. He
went along slowly, reading a book.
2. Sam had spent all his money for the book, but he was a happy boy.
3. At length he came into the highroad, where there was a gate. A blind
man stood, holding it open.
4. The poor man said, "Please give me a few cents to buy some bread!"
But Sam gave him nothing.
5. What! did Sam give the poor blind man nothing? Yes; for, as I told
you, he had spent all his money.
6. So Sam walked on, very sad. Soon after, a fine carriage came up, and
in it were Harry and his mother.
7. The blind man stood, and held out his hat. "Let us give the poor man
something," said Harry to his mother.
8. His mother gave him some cents. Harry took them, but did not put
them into the man's hat.
9. He threw them into the hedge as far as he could. The poor man could
not find them, for, you know, ho was blind.
10. Sam had turned back to look at the fine carriage. He saw Harry
throw the cents into the hedge; so he came back at once, and looked for
the money until he found it all for the blind man.
11. This took so long a time, that he almost lost his supper.
12. Which of the boys do you think was truly kind to the poor man?
13. I know which he thanked most in his heart.

LESSON XXIX.

rip'pling fringe stray thou mill
vil'lage brink clear wild hill
course bathe tiny pool rill
THE LITTLE HILL.
1. Run, run, thou tiny rill; Run, and turn the village mill; Run, and fill
the deep, clear pool In the woodland's shade so cool, Where the sheep
love best to stray In the sultry summer day; Where the wild birds bathe
and drink, And the wild flowers fringe the brink.
[Illustration: Mill, with mill pond in foreground.]
2. Run, run, thou tiny rill, Round the rocks, and down the hill; Sing to
every child like me; The birds will join you, full of glee: And we will
listen to the song You sing, your rippling course along.

LESSON XXX.
has'tened pos'si ble bal'ance Ed'gar save
boat'man dan'ger quick'ly move trip
stretched sev'er al start'ed folks fell
THE BOAT UPSET.
1. "Sit still, children. Do not move about in the boat," said Mr. Rose to
the young folks he was taking for a trip on the water.
2. The boat was a large one, and could not easily be upset. There were
in it Mr. and Mrs. Rose, the boatman, and several little boys and girls.
3. "Keep still, please, young gentlemen," said the boatman, when Edgar
Rose and Thomas Read began to move from one side to the other.

4. They kept quiet for a short time only. Edgar soon wanted a stick
which Thomas held in his hand. He lost his balance in trying to get the
stick, and fell into the water.
[Illustration: Overturned boat, people clinging to boat and debris.
Another boat approaching.]
5. Mr. and Mrs. Rose both started up, and stretched out their arms to
save him; but in so doing, they upset the boat.
6. Every one fell into the water, and all were in the greatest danger of
being drowned.
7. Another boat was near, with but one man in it. He hastened to them
as quickly as possible, and saved them from drowning.
8. Children should always be careful and quiet when they are in a boat
on the water, and should obey what older people tell them.

LESSON XXXI.
MARY'S LETTER.
[Illustration: Script Exercise:
Forest Hill, June 25, 1878 My Dear Fanny: This morning while out
rowing, we all