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Here we are at the end of our book!

We have had one story for each letter.
I hope you liked them all.

We had Aladdin for A, Boy Blue for B,

Cinderella for C.

Can you say your A B C's?

hear you.

Let me

Now we come to our "good night" story.

It is about the Dustman.

Listen!

There is no one in the world who knows

so many stories as the Dustman.

He comes in the evening when the children are eating supper.

The children do not hear him for he takes off his shoes.

Then he opens the door without any noise

and enters the room, oh, so softly!

Puff! He blows fine soft dust into the children's eyes.

This makes the children close their eyes so that they do not see him.

Then he goes among them and blows softly upon their necks.

The Dustman does not hurt the children for he is very fond of them.

He only wishes them to be quiet that they may be taken to bed. After they are asleep, he will tell them his stories. When their eyes are closed the Dustman sits down upon the bed.

He has the kindest, sweetest face you can think of, and his voice is low and soft.

He wears a long silk coat. The coat

changes color every time he turns. Sometimes it is red, sometimes it is blue, sometimes it is green. It is very, very beautiful.

Under each arm the Dustman carries an umbrella.

One of these umbrellas has lovely pictures painted on it. There are pictures of girls playing hoop and of boys flying kites.

SOUND DRILL

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page face night flew large mice bright news change peace delight

This umbrella he spreads over the good children. Then they dream most

beautiful stories all the night long.

On the other umbrella nothing at all is painted.

He holds this one over the naughty chil

dren, and then they do not have any dreams at all. What do you think of that?

How many of you dreamed pretty stories last night? I am sure you will dream them to-night.

II

One.evening the Dustman came to a little boy named Hialmar.

"Listen," said the Dustman, when Hialmar had been put to bed.

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Just then all the flowers in the flower

pots in the room became large trees.

The room was like a forest with green leaves overhead. Birds sang in the forest.

Among the leaves were flowers and each

flower was more beautiful than a rose.

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