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Master. Why did you beat Polly? It is like a sneak to beat a lit-tle girl.
Tom. She called me names, and so I hit her.
Polly. He began be-cause I had on an old bon-net, and he said I should wear a hat, and he threw my bon-net over the wall, so I said he was a thief.
Master. You should not have said that, but have come to me, and I would have made him pay for your bon-net; and now I hope he will beg your par-don, and tell you he is sor-ry for hav-ing been so rude to a little girl.
THE LITTLE BIRD. pret - ty
spring - ing shi - ning
break - fast harm - less
peo - ple
fright - ful
· Poor little bird ! If people knew
The sorrows little birds go through,
TOO LATE AT SCHOOL.
Governess. Kate, you are too late to-day, you are half-an-hour af-ter your time. You must have heard the clock strike nine be-fore you left home.
Kate. Please, Ma'am, mo-ther kept me, that is why I am late.
Governess. Has she sent me any note to say so ?
Kate. She want-ed me about fa-ther's breakfast; but she did not write a note.
Governess. But he goes out to work at eight o'clock.
Kate. Yes ; but I had to see a-bout his break-fast.
Governess. But what had that to do with your not be-ing here till near ten o'clock? I fear you have been at play. Now speak the truth at once, or I shall call and see your mother.
Kate. I only went a bit down the lane with Nel-ly Jones, to help her to car-ry her ba-by, he is so hea-vy.
Governess. Now, Kate, you see you be-gan by mak-ing a false ex-cuse a-bout your father's break-fast. You knew ve-ry well that that was not the cause of your be-ing so late.
Kate. Please, Ma'am, but I did get fa-ther's break-fast for him. I did not tell a sto-ry.
Governess. Yes you did, when you said it was that made you late. If you had told me at first that you had been with Nel-ly, I should not have been as an-gry as I am now.
BAD NEEDLE-WORK. Governess. This is ve-ry bad work, Sal-ly. It must come out.
Sally. I can-not do it a-ny bet-ter. I did try.
Governess. The rest of the girls can work bet-ter, so why can-not you do as well as they do ?
Sally. My thread is so coarse, it makes it look bad.
Governess. Why did not you ask me for some fin-er ?
Sally. And my nee-dle is too big, and I have no thim-ble.
Governess. Do not keep mak-ing so ma-ny ex-cuses, Sally. You know none of them are true. You knew you could have had all you want-ed, if you had said so.
Sally. But I have quite lost my thim-ble. I think there was a hole in my bag, and it must have fall-en out as I came to school, and no-body will lend me one.
Governess. No, I know they will not, for you ne-ver give back a-ny thing that is lent to you—you for-get it; so no one likes to lend you a nee-dle, or a pen-cil, or a-ny thing. So I shall tell your mo-ther she must not give you any pence for sweet-stuff till she has got six-pence for a thim-ble, and then you will, I hope, take more care of it.
Sally. I have got a mo-ney box at home, and I think there is e-nough in it to buy a thim-ble. If there is, will that do ?
Governess. Oh yes, if you do some nice work, and then you will have no need to make sil-ly ex-cuses.
SLEEPY HARRY. sleep - y
fool - ish naugh - ty
roost -ing fel - low
beg - gar
na - ked
The little birds are better taught,
Mother. Do come in to dinner, Ann; it has been rea-dy so long. What have you been do-ing?
Ann. I have been out in the field, and I have caught so ma-ny pret-ty but-ter-flies. On-ly look at them-blue, and white, and red, and brown.
Mother. But you will hurt them if you keep them tight tied up in your hand-ker-chief.
Ann. No, I do not think so. If I untie them they will fly away.
Mother. And why do you not let them fly?
Ann. Be-cause I want to look at them. I mean to put them un-der a glass, and then I can see them.
Mother. They will soon die under a glass.
Ann. Oh, I shall feed them, and give them su-gar.
Mother. I do not think that they will eat sugar.