Out in the snow a little bird was hopping.
"See, Robert, see!" said Marian.
"That little bird did not fly to the sunny South.
"How cold it must be! Its little feet must be frozen."
"That is a snowbird," said Robert.
"It likes the snow. It does not mind the cold. It stays here all winter."
story heard horn corn meadow
LITTLE BOY BLUE
"Oh, Ned," said Rose one day, "what do you think I have? It is a new story book.
Father gave it to me this morning. I have been reading in it."
"It is a pretty book," said Ned. "Are there any good stories in it?"
"Oh, yes. One story is about a little boy who went to sleep in the meadow.
I don't know what his name was, but they called him Little Boy Blue.
He took care of the sheep and the cows. He had a horn to blow.
The sheep and the cows would come when they heard the horn."
"Here is the story, now. And here is the picture of Little Boy Blue.
