THE LITTLE COUNTRY CHILDREN.
They did not stay together that day. Part of them flew to the northeast. By and by these came in sight of a big gilded dome.
“I know where we are,” said one old robin. “That is Boston State House, and right down there is our old nest!” and down they flew into the Public Gardens. The Boston little men and women can see them there any day, busy about their nests, and merry as birds can be.
Part of the birds flew to the northwest, to the hills and woods and fields. They built their nests in the trees and on the ground. They built them in barns and in chimneys. They hid them in the grass and in the reeds by the brooks; and the little country children know where to find them.
A NEST.
FIRST REWARD OF MERIT.
With bounding step and merry laugh
My little girl—five and a half—
Held in her hand a picture-card:
“See! mamma, see! I’ve tried so hard;
Look and see what the letters spell;
’Tis a reward for doing well.
I have been good a whole long week;
Not once, mamma, did teacher speak,
Or say from recess I must stay,
Because in school I’d tried to play.
Last week, you know, my card I lost
For giving Charlie’s book a ‘tost,’
And speaking out aloud in school;
I did not know ’twas ’gainst the rule.
Then teacher said, ‘Edith come here.’
I went right to her, mamma dear,
And ’cause I hop-skipped down the aisle,
The scholars all began to smile.
That week I was so very good,
’Most got a card, and think I should
If I’d not hop-skipped down the aisle,
And made the other scholars smile.
But if I get one once in four,
School keeps so long, I’ll get lots more.”