A MAY MORNING.
IN a green yard stands a gray old house. In the house live six happy children. They have many things to make them glad and happy.
All around are green fields and hills and tall trees. Every day they see the pretty pictures which the sun makes in the sky when he gets up and goes to bed. There are no big houses in the way to hide the red and pink clouds.
A little brook goes dancing by at the foot of the hill. You can see the little white stones through the water.
They have a great many pets—colts and calves and chickens and rabbits and cats.
And there are ever so many nice things for them to do. They fish in the brook or take off their shoes and stockings and wade in the water. They hunt in the grass for red berries. They swing in the big swing under the maple-tree. They go after the cows and hunt butterflies, and tumble on the hay in the barn.
Such good times!
This bright May morning mamma and all six of them are out in the orchard. The apple-trees are full of pink and white flowers, and the cherry-trees are all white, like pop corn.
What a pretty sight!
The air is sweet with the breath of the blossoms. Everything is gay and happy. The brook is tinkling, the bees are humming, the birds are singing.
Little children must sing, too. Hark! hear them.
It is a little song which begins:
“Blooming May
Makes all gay.”
And this little song ends like this—the children all like to sing it:
“Tra la la la la la la. Tra la la la.”
Mrs. C. M. Livingston.
