'In this garden?'
'No.'
'Yes.'
'Oh, I know!' cried Harry. 'It is the daisy.'
MERRY WORKERS.
| wheels | brook´-lets | lis´-ten | hum´-ming |
| bus´-y | ripp´-ling | hon´-ey | e-nough´ |
| i´-dle | sky´-lark | mer´-ri-ly | wea´-ry |
1. Tell me what the mill-wheels say,
Always turning night and day;
When we sleep and when we wake,
What a busy sound they make!
Never idle, never still,
What a worker is the mill!
2. What is it that the brooklets say,
Rippling onward day by day?
Sweet as skylark on the wing,
Ripple, ripple—thus they sing.
Never idle, never still,
Always working with a will!