5.  “It’s dark up there.”

6.  “What is the dark?” asked mamma.  “See!  It is nothing but a shadow.”  And she held her hand between the lamp and the workbasket on the table.

[Illustration:  Mother, seated in rocking chair, kerosene lamp on table, boy standing, examining his shadow on the wall.]

7.  “Now it is dark in the basket; but as soon as I take my hand away, it is light.”

8.  “Come and stand between the lamp and the wall, Willie.  See!  There is your shadow on the wall.  Can your shadow hurt you?”

9.  “Oh no, mamma!  I am sure it can not hurt me.”

10.  “Well, the dark is only a big shadow over everything.”

11.  “What makes the big shadow, mamma?”

12.  “I will tell you all about that, Willie, when you are a little older.  But now, I wish you would find me a brave boy who is not afraid of shadows, to run upstairs and get my needlebook.”

13.  “I am bravo, mamma.  I will go. —­Here it is.”

14.  “Thank you, my brave little man.  You see the dark didn’t hurt you.”

Slate work.

[Illustration:  Script Exercise: 

Beautiful faces are they that wear
The light of a pleasant spirit there;
Beautiful hands are they that do
Deeds that are noble good and true;
Beautiful feet are they that go
Swiftly to lighten another’s woe.
]

LESSON VII.

spi’ders tick’ling stay neck nose se’cret crawls

legs beck ope goes toes speck choose

dot nod shoes spread be lieve’ six

[Illustration:  Mother and baby watching fly on the wall.]

Baby Bye.

1.  Baby Bye,
   Here’s a fly;
   We will watch him, you and I.
   How he crawls
   Up the walls,
   Yet he never falls! 
   I believe with six such legs
   You and I could walk on eggs. 
   There he goes
   On his toes,
   Tickling Baby’s nose.

2.  Spots of red
   Dot his head;
   Rainbows on his back are spread;
   That small speck
   Is his neck;
   See him nod and beck! 
   I can show you, if you choose,
   Where to look to find his shoes,
   Three small pairs,
   Made of hairs;
   These he always wears.

3.  Flies can see
   More than we;
   So how bright their eyes must be! 
   Little fly,
   Ope your eye;
   Spiders are near by. 
   For a secret I can tell,
   Spiders never use flies well;
   Then away,
   Do not stay. 
   Little fly, good day.

   24 Eclectic series.

Lesson VIII.

serv’ant sud’den ly lon’ger re turned’ lived tired

since five anx’ious trou’ble cer’tain nea’ly