hat does little birdie say,
In her nest at peep of day?
Let me fly, says little birdie,
Mother, let me fly away.
Birdie, rest a little longer,
Till the little wings are stronger.
So she rests a little longer,
Then she flies away.

What does little baby say,
In her bed at peep of day?
Baby says, like little birdie,
Let me rise and fly away.
Baby, sleep a little longer,
Till the little limbs are stronger.
If she sleeps a little longer,
Baby too shall fly away.

ALFRED TENNYSON

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MOTHER FROST--I

broad daughters through heart

At the edge of a wood there was a great, clear, bubbling spring of cold
water.

Near this spring lived a widow and her two daughters.

One of them was very beautiful and a great help about the house, while
the other was ugly and idle.

The mother loved only the ugly one, for she was her own child.

She cared so little for the other daughter that she made her do all the
hard work.

Every day the poor girl would sit beside the spring and spin and spin,
until her fingers bled.

One day, while she was washing the blood from her hands, the spindle
fell into the spring and sank to the bottom.

With tears in her eyes, she ran and told her stepmother what she had
done.

The stepmother was angry and said, "You let the spindle fall into the
spring. Now you must go and get it out."

The maiden went back to the spring to look for the spindle.

She leaned so far over the edge that her hand slipped, and down, down,
she sank to the very bottom.

All at once she found that she was in a beautiful field where many wild
flowers grew.

As she walked across the field, she came to a baker's oven full of new
bread.

The loaves cried to her, "Oh, pull us out! pull us out, or we shall
burn!"

"Indeed I will!" cried the maiden.

Stepping up, she pulled all the sweet brown loaves out of the oven.

As she walked along, she came to a tree full of apples.

The tree cried, "Shake me! shake me! my apples are all quite ripe!"

"Indeed I will!" cried the maiden.

So she shook the tree again and again, until there was not an apple left
on its branches.

Then she picked up the apples, one by one, and piled them in a great
heap.

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When she had picked up all the apples, she walked on.

At last she came to a small house.

In the doorway sat an old woman who had such large teeth that the