So they went into a field and began to pick flowers. Billy picked a daisy and the grasshopper picked a daisy. Billy picked a clover and the grasshopper picked a clover. Billy picked a bluet and the grasshopper picked a bluet. Billy picked a wind flower and the grasshopper picked a wind flower. Then the grasshopper gave his flowers to Billy and Billy thanked him.
"Now, we must go home," said Billy, so they ran until they came to Billy's door.
"I am glad you went with me, Grasshopper," said Billy. "Shall we go again some day?"
"We will go again, some day!" replied the grasshopper, bowing very low.
"Good-bye," said Billy, as he ran in to give his mother the flowers and tell her all about his walk. As she smiled and listened to Billy, the grasshopper peeped in at the open window and sang out,
"Oh, I am a grasshopper, very, very wise!
I know about everything underneath the skies!"
THE LITTLE PIECE OF PINK WORSTED
Billy sat on his stone in the back yard, his chin in his hand. He had just gotten home from kindergarten and his mother had told him to go out in the yard and play with his toys until dinner was ready.