wed into the house
pipe and then,--what do you think?--it went right up that pipe between
the walls of the house! For you see even the top of that dirty little
boy's house isn't nearly as high as the reservoir on the hill where the
water started and the water can run up just as high as it has run down.

In the bath-room was the dirty little boy. His face was dirty, his hands
were dirty, his feet were dirty and his knees--oh! his knees were very,
very dirty. This very dirty little boy went over to the faucet and
slowly turned it. Out came the water splashing, and crashing and
dashing.

"My! but I need a bath tonight," said the dirty little boy as he heard
the water splashing in the tub. The water was still the singing water
that had sung all the way from the far-away hills. It had sung a
bubbling song when it gurgled up as a spring; it had sung a tinkling
song as it rippled down hill as a brook; it had crooned a flowing song
when it bore the talking boats; it had muttered and throbbed and sung to
itself as it ran through the big, big pipe. Now as it splashed into the
dirty little boy's tub it laughed and sang this last song:

"I run from the hill,--down, down, down,
Under the streets of the town, town, town,
Then in the pipe, up, up, up,
I tumble right into your tub, tub, tub."

And the dirty little boy laughed and jumped into the Singing Water!

THE CHILDREN'S NEW DRESSES

An old pattern with new content. The steps in the process were
originally dug out by a child of six through his own questions.

THE CHILDREN'S NEW DRESSES

Once there was a small town. In the small town were many houses and in
the houses were many people. In one of these houses there lived a mother
with a great many children. One night after the children were all in bed
and the mother was sitting by the fire, a brick fell down the chimney.
Then another came bumping and rattling down. Now outside there was a
great wind blowing. It whistled down the chimney and up flamed the fire.
The sparks flew into the hole where the bricks had fallen out. The first
thing the mother knew the house was all on fire. Still the great wind
roared. The house next door caught fire, then the next, then the next,
then the next, until half the little town was burning. The mother with
the many children and many other frightened people ran to the part of
the town behind the great wind. And there t