The little stepmother laughed, and said, "Be not so impatient! I must first make a dish of apple-sauce for the seven and seventy guests who are coming to my wedding-feast. When they are all assembled, then shall the morning wind play for the dance. You, beloved birds, shall be my bridesmaids, and the cat shall be the bride's father."
A SUMMER DAY.
[Transcriber's Note: You can play this music (MIDI file) by clicking [here].]
| 2. This is the way the sun comes up: Gold on brooks and glossy leaves, Mist that melts above the sheaves, Vine and rose and buttercup,— This is the way the sun comes up. | 3. This is the way the birdie sings: "Baby birdies in the nest, You I surely love the best; Over you I fold my wings,"— This is the way the birdie sings. |