12.  Then turning to the door of the tent, she dashed away as suddenly as she had come.

LESSON XXXIII.

then u’su al cous’in fire’side sew’ing (so-)

Ka’tie bet’ter crac’kle knit’ting per haps’

Jane rea’son to-night’ hap’pi er in struct’ive

THE FIRESIDE.

1.  One winter night, Mrs. Lord and her two little girls sat by a bright fire in their pleasant home.  The girls were sewing, and their mother was busy at her knitting.

[Illustration:  Mother and two girls sewing under a lamp.]

2.  At last, Katie finished her work, and, looking up, said, “Mother, I think the fire is brighter than usual.  How I love to hear it crackle!”

3.  “And I was about to say,” cried Mary, “that this is a better light than we had last night.”

4.  “My dears,” said their mother, “it must be that you feel happier than usual to-night.  Perhaps that is the reason why you think the fire better, and the light brighter.”

5.  “But, mother,” said Mary, “I do not see why we are happier now than we were then; for last night cousin Jane was here, and we played ’Puss in the corner’ and ‘Blind man’ until we all were tired.”

6.  “I know!  I know why!” said Katie.  “It is because we have all been doing something useful to-night.  We feel happy because we have been busy.”

7.  “You are right, my dear,” said their mother.  “I am glad you have both learned that there may be something more pleasant than play, and, at the same time, more instructive.”

LESSON XXXIV.

dew’drops hop’ping la’zi est bends sung

pa’tience in stead’ dar’ling ought rest

slum’ber my self ’ re ply’ miss lose

BIRDIE’S MORNING SONG.

1.  Wake up, little darling, the birdies are out,
   And here you are still in your nest! 
   The laziest birdie is hopping about;
     You ought to be up with the rest. 
   Wake up, little darling, wake up!

[Illustration:  Three birds perched in bush.]

2.  Oh, see what you miss when you
     slumber so long—­
   The dewdrops, the beautiful sky! 
   I can not sing half what you lose in my song;
     And yet, not a word in reply. 
   Wake up, little darling, wake up!

3.  I’ve sung myself quite out of patience with you,
   While mother bends o’er your dear head;
   Now birdie has done all that birdie can do: 
     Her kisses will wake you instead! 
   Wake up, little darling, wake up! 
                                        George Cooper.

LESSON XXXV.

sent store Bounce float’ing load cir’cle