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The Land of Counterpane

When I was sick and lay a-bed,

I had two pillows at my head,

And all my toys beside me lay,

To keep me happy all the day.


And sometimes for an hour or so

I watched my leaden soldiers go,

With different uniforms and drills,

Among the bed-clothes, through the hills;


And sometimes sent my ships in fleets

All up and down among the sheets;

Or brought my trees and houses out,

And planted cities all about.


I was the giant great and still

That sits upon the pillow-hill,

And sees before him, dale and plain,

The pleasant land of counterpane.

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Week 41 The Winged Monkeys from The Wonderful Wizard of Oz by L. Frank Baum A Dinner on the Ice from Stories of Great Americans for Little Americans by Edward Eggleston Frogs from Seed-Babies by Margaret Warner Morley The Little Rabbit Who Wanted Red Wings from Fairy Tales Too Good To Miss—Up the Stairs by Lisa M. Ripperton Alexander's City from On the Shores of the Great Sea by M. B. Synge Tonio's Bad Day (Part 1 of 2) from The Mexican Twins by Lucy Fitch Perkins How the Long Journey of the Israelites Came to an End from Hurlbut's Story of the Bible by Jesse Lyman Hurlbut
Will You Be My Little Wife? by Kate Greenaway 		The Alchemist by A. A. Milne
The Swing by Robert Louis Stevenson 		Good and Bad Children by Robert Louis Stevenson
Who Has Seen the Wind? by Christina Georgina Rossetti 		Seal Lullaby by Rudyard Kipling Head without Hair by Christina Georgina Rossetti
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The Aesop for Children  by Milo Winter

The Two Goats

Two Goats, frisking gayly on the rocky steeps of a mountain valley, chanced to meet, one on each side of a deep chasm through which poured a mighty mountain torrent. The trunk of a fallen tree formed the only means of crossing the chasm, and on this not even two squirrels could have passed each other in safety. The narrow path would have made the bravest tremble. Not so our Goats. Their pride would not permit either to stand aside for the other.

One set her foot on the log. The other did likewise. In the middle they met horn to horn. Neither would give way, and so they both fell, to be swept away by the roaring torrent below.

It is better to yield than to come to misfortune through stubbornness.


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