3. Listen to the honey-bee,
Flying now so merrily
Here and there with busy hum—
Humming, drumming, drumming, drum.
Never idle, never still,
Humming, drumming—hum it will!
4. Like the mill, the brook, the bee,
May it now be said of me
That I'm always busy too,
For there's work enough to do.
If I work, then, with a will,
It will be but playing still;
Ever merry, never weary,
It will be but playing still.
THE ROSE.
| bas´-ket | sweet´-ly | stooped | yel´-low |
| wo´-man | cab´-bage | smile | a-greed´ |
| vil´-lage | be-cause´ | thorns | win´-ter |
1. Mother went back to her roses, and soon called for a little basket, saying that Dora and Harry should take a few to an old woman who lived in the village.
2. 'Poor granny,' she said, 'is so fond of roses, and she can never get out now to see them. Which shall we pick for her?'
3. 'Some of these white ones,' said Dora.
'I think she would like these red ones,' said Harry, 'they smell so sweetly.'
4. Mother cut one or two of each, and then a moss-rose, which looked as if it had moss growing round it, and then a pink cabbage-rose.