"I sorted them carefully, putting those of the same kind together, so that I might learn their names, the places where they are found, and the habits of the little animals that live in them."
"And just so we ought to treat words. We must first sort them, so as to learn what their use is in speech, and how and where they ought to be used. Grammar teaches us to sort words. Now run and play."
Uncle Charles.
THE BROTHERS THAT DID NOT QUARREL. Two little brothers, loving fair weather, Played on the meadow, played there together; Yet not quite lonely were they that day On the bright meadow, while at their play. Six little swallows came and flew round, Over the tree-tops, over the ground; Butterflies, also, did not disdain Near them to flutter, glad to remain. There on the herbage tender and green Might these two brothers, playful be seen: Never they quarrelled; no angry words, Hastily uttered, shocked the dear birds. All through the daytime there the two played, Sometimes in sunshine, sometimes in shade. "And did not quarrel? Please stop your shams!" "I tell you truly. Why, they were lambs!" Ida Fay. |
