King Alfred. Where am I? cold it is! I hope I shall find a house soon. There is a farmer's hut. (Taps at the door) Woman. How do you do, sir? King Alfred. Good woman, may I sleep here to-night? Woman. Come in. You shall have supper and bed. King Alfred. Thank you. I am cold Woman. and hungry. Are you tired? Sit by the fire. King Alfred. Yes, I am tired. I have walked all day. Woman. You are sad. Can I do anything for you? King Alfred. No, thank you. Woman. I am going to milk the cow. Do not let the cakes burn. King Alfred. I will not let the cakes burn. Woman goes out) King Alfred. Woman. Where are my brave soldiers? (Walks to the door) What a cold dark night! Don't you smell those cakes? They are burned! See how black they are! That is too bad! Do not be King Alfred. That is too bad! Woman. King Alfred. angry with me! Those cakes are all I have. Here is some milk. I am glad to eat the burned cakes. Thank you. such SOUND DRILL white sea roar much while mean coat rich which read coach THE LION AND THE MOUSE I It is a fine morning. A lion is sleeping in his den. Listen! the mouse is talking. "Do not kill me, kind lion. I did not mean to waken you." "Well, you did waken me. I mean to eat you," roars the lion. "Please let me go!" begs the mouse. "Some day I will help you." |