Then Ruth’s father got up and dressed himself for it was morning. The negro porter carried his suitcase to the platform. “Goodbye, sir,” he said. “Goodbye, Porter,” said Ruth’s father.
Then Ruth’s father jumped into a taxi and in a few minutes he was at home. Ruth came running down the stairs. “Here’s father,” she cried. “Here’s father in time for breakfast!” “My,” said Ruth’s father, giving her a hug, “It’s good to be home!”
PEDRO’S FEET
Here there is a definite attempt to let the sounds tell their own story.
PEDRO’S FEET
Little Pedro was a dog. He lived in New York City. He was owned by a little boy who loved him. For Pedro had big brown eyes and curly brown hair and when he wanted anything he would go: