Second Grade Read Aloud Banquet



Songs for January

I Had a Little Nut Tree



The Four Presents



Little Man and Maid



The Jolly Tester




The City Mouse and the Garden Mouse

The city mouse lives in a house—

The garden mouse lives in a bower,

He's friendly with the frogs and toads,

And sees the pretty plants in flower.


The city mouse eats bread and cheese—

The garden mouse eats what he can;

We will not grudge him seeds and stalks,

Poor little timid furry man.


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Week 12 Pinocchio Is Taken In by the Fox and the Cat from Pinocchio by Carlo Collodi The Miller of the Dee from Fifty Famous Stories Retold by James Baldwin Peter Learns Something He Hadn't Guessed from The Burgess Bird Book for Children by Thornton Burgess How Maid-alone Ceased Being a Goose-herd from The Girl Who Sat by the Ashes by Padraic Colum The Destruction of Pompeii from The Discovery of New Worlds by M. B. Synge What Grade Is Betsy? (Part 2 of 2) from Understood Betsy by Dorothy Canfield Fisher How a Woman Won a Great Victory from Hurlbut's Story of the Bible by Jesse Lyman Hurlbut
Homes in Iceland (Part 1 of 3) from Viking Tales by Jennie Hall Red Oak and Live Oak (Part 1 of 2) from Outdoor Visits by Edith M. Patch The Fox and the Grapes from The Aesop for Children by Milo Winter I Have a Strange Visitor from Robinson Crusoe Written Anew for Children by James Baldwin Jason and the Golden Fleece from A Child's Book of Myths and Enchantment Tales by Margaret Evans Price What Reddy Fox Saw and Did from The Adventures of Prickly Porky by Thornton Burgess The Cape Horn Story from The Sandman: His Ship Stories by Willliam J. Hopkins
The Sing-Away Bird by Lucy Larcom Dandelions by Helen Gray Cone   Ready for Duty by Anna B. Warner Wanderers by Walter de la Mare March by Lucy Larcom Seven Times One by Jean Ingelow
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The Aesop for Children  by Milo Winter

The Milkmaid and Her Pail

A Milkmaid had been out to milk the cows and was returning from the field with the shining milk pail balanced nicely on her head. As she walked along, her pretty head was busy with plans for the days to come.

"This good, rich milk," she reused, "will give me plenty of cream to churn. The butter I make I will take to market, and with the money I get for it I will buy a lot of eggs for hatching. How nice it will be when they are all hatched and the yard is full of fine young chicks. Then when May day comes I will sell them, and with the money I'll buy a lovely new dress to wear to the fair. All the young men will look at me. They will come and try to make love to me,—but I shall very quickly send them about their business!"

As she thought of how she would settle that matter, she tossed her head scornfully, and down fell the pail of milk to the ground. And all the milk flowed out, and with it vanished butter and eggs and chicks and new dress and all the milkmaid's pride.

Do not count your chickens before they are hatched.


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