[Illustration: Script Exercise:
God made the little birds to sing,
And flit from tree to tree;
'Tis He who sends them in the spring
To sing for you and me.
]
LESSON LVII.
feathers a go' fly worm crumb feed'ing
ug'ly off feed brown guess things
[Illustration: Boy and girl examining bird's nest.]
"Willie, when I was feeding the birds just now, a little brown bird flew away with a crumb in its bill."
"Where did it go, Rose?"
"I don't know; away off, somewhere."
"I can guess where, Rose. Don't you know the nest we saw some days ago?
What do you think is in it now?"