Second Grade Read Aloud Banquet

Songs for January

Bed in Summer

In winter I get up at night
And dress by yellow candle-light.
In summer, quite the other way,
I have to go to bed by day.

I have to go to bed and see
The birds still hopping on the tree,
Or hear the grown-up people's feet
Still going past me in the street.

And does it not seem hard to you,
When all the sky is clear and blue,
And I should like so much to play,
To have to go to bed by day?

	Monday	Tuesday	Wednesday	Thursday	Friday	Saturday	Sunday
Week 39	A Distant Tower from The Little Lame Prince by Dinah Maria Mulock	Doctor Goldsmith from Fifty Famous Stories Retold by James Baldwin	Peter Saves a Friend and Learns Something from The Burgess Bird Book for Children by Thornton Burgess	FIRE: THE FIRST STORY from The Forge in the Forest by Padraic Colum Phaethon from The Forge in the Forest by Padraic Colum	The New Trade-Route from The Discovery of New Worlds by M. B. Synge	The Wolf Hunt (Part 1 of 2) from The Bears of Blue River by Charles Major	Saint Faith from In God's Garden by Amy Steedman
	Captain Smith's Expedition and Return from Richard of Jamestown by James Otis An Exciting Adventure from Richard of Jamestown by James Otis Taken before Powhatan from Richard of Jamestown by James Otis	Goldenrod Honey from Outdoor Visits by Edith M. Patch	The Cock and the Jewel from The Aesop for Children by Milo Winter	I Have a Queer Dream from Robinson Crusoe Written Anew for Children by James Baldwin	The Three Wishes from Merry Tales by Eleanor L. Skinner	Why Unc' Billy Possum Didn't Go Home from The Adventures of Unc' Billy Possum by Thornton Burgess	The Log-Book Story from The Sandman: His Sea Stories by Willliam J. Hopkins
	Golden-Rod by Frank Dempster Sherman	The Ride to Bumpville by Eugene Field		The Quest by Eudora Bumstead	I Can't Abear by Walter de la Mare	Today by Thomas Carlyle	How the Leaves Came Down by Susan Coolidge

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.