UGUST 79
SEPTEMBER 91
OCTOBER 101
NOVEMBER 111
DECEMBER 119

THE ILLUSTRATIONS

_They went to the January house_ 9
_They went to the February place_ 19
_The March house, strangely, was built in a tree_ 29
_The April house was near a pond_ 39
_And May herself, with a dimple and curl_ 49
_The June house wasn't a house at all_ 59
_The July house was an old, old house,
With an old, old man inside_ 71
_Oh, such a funny August house--
It really was like a zoo_ 81
_Very familiar September seemed_ 93
_It was a queer October place_ 103
_The next house stood just back from the street_ 113
_The house of December was all aglow_ 121

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ZODIAC TOWN

Amos and Ann had a poem to learn,
A poem to learn one day;
But alas! they sighed, and alack! they cried,
'Twere better to go and play.
Ann was sure 'twas a waste of time
To bother a child with jingling rhyme.
Amos said, "What's the sense in rhythm--
Feet and lines?" He had finished with 'em!

They peered at the poem with scowly faces,
And yawned and stumbled and lost their places.
Then--a breeze romped by, and a bluebird sang,
And they shut the book with a snap and a bang;
Shut the book and were off and away,
Away on flying feet;--
Never did squirrels move more light,
Or rabbits run more fleet!

Over a wall and down a lane
And through a field they ran;
And "Where shall we go?" said Amos. "Oh,
And where shall we stop?" cried Ann.
Then all at once, round the curve of a hill,
They pulled up panting and stood stock-still;

For there, by the edge of a ripplety brook,
In a deep little, steep little place,
Sat a long-legged youth, with a staff and a book
And a quaint, very quizzical face.
His cap and his trousers were dusty green
And his jacket was rusty brown,
And he whittled away on sweet white wood,
With shavings showering down.
He whittled away 'twixt a laugh and a tune,
With fingers as light as thistles.

"And what are you making?" asked Amos and Ann.

He said, "I am making whistles."
He finished one with a