Well, there was another little boy at the same school, whose name was Richard.

And because she loved him and he loved her, his mamma sent him a cake.

When the cake came, Richard said to his school

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mates,

"See! I have a cake; let us go and eat some of it."

So they came about him like a flock of bees. And Richard gave a piece to one, a piece to another, and a piece to another, till it was almost

gone. Then he took a piece himself, and the rest

he put away.

They all went to play, and they played together very merrily. But soon an old blind fiddler came into the court.

The fiddler had a long white beard. He was led by a little dog with a string.

He sat down upon a stone and said, "My pretty lads, if you would like, I will play you a tune.” And they all left their play and came and stood around him.

Richard saw that while he played, tears ran down his pale cheeks; and he said, "Why do you cry, old man?"

“Because I am hungry," said the old man; “I have no one to give me a dinner or a supper. I have nothing in the world but this little dog. And I cannot work because I cannot see."

Then Richard went and got his cake. 'Here, old man," he said, "here is some cake for you."

But the poor man could not see where it was. So Richard put his cake in the old man's hat. The fiddler thanked him, and Richard was more happy than if he had eaten ten cakes.

Now which of these three boys, Harry, Peter, or Richard, do you like the best?

LESSON 1. - WORD STUDY.

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WHAT THE WINDS BRING.

Which is the wind that brings the cold?
The North Wind, Freddy, and all the snow;
And the sheep will scamper into the fold
When the North begins to blow.

Which is the wind that brings the heat?
The South Wind, Katy; and corn will grow,
And peaches redden for you to eat,

When the South begins to blow.

Which is the wind that brings the rain ?
The East Wind, Arty; and farmers know
That cows come shivering up the lane,
When the East begins to blow.

Which is the wind that brings the flowers? The West Wind, Bessy; and soft and low The birdies sing in the summer hours,

When the West begins to blow.

LESSON 2.

Write a sentence telling what each wind brings.

When Robbie was six years old, his aunt took him to Central Park one day.

The park is a very beautiful place. In some parts it is like a flower garden, only a great deal larger than any garden you ever saw.

Some parts are full of trees, and pretty shrubs that bear bright flowers.

Robbie liked very much to look at the flowers. He asked a great many questions about their names. "I do not see what harm there would be in picking a few," he said, "there are so many. Mamma says more flowers grow if we cut them." Still his aunt did not let him pick any.

There were lakes in the park, and snow-white swans were swimming on the clear water.

Robbie and his aunt had a sail in one of the boats such as you see in the picture. Robbie held out his hand with some cake in it, and a swan ate the cake out of his hand.

After the sail they walked across a bridge and saw some deer running about among the trees.