Kindergarten Read Aloud Banquet

Nursery Songs for July

A Child's Garden of Verses

Keepsake Mill

Over the borders, a sin without pardon,
Breaking the branches and crawling below,
Out through the breach in the wall of the garden,
Down by the banks of the river, we go.

Here is a mill with the humming of thunder,
Here is the weir with the wonder of foam,
Here is the sluice with the race running under—
Marvellous places, though handy to home!

Sounds of the village grow stiller and stiller,
Stiller the note of the birds on the hill;
Dusty and dim are the eyes of the miller,
Deaf are his ears with the moil of the mill.

Years may go by, and the wheel in the river
Wheel as it wheels for us, children, to-day,
Wheel and keep roaring and foaming for ever
Long after all of the boys are away.

Home from the Indies and home from the ocean,
Heroes and soldiers we all will come home;
Still we shall find the old mill wheel in motion,
Turning and churning that river to foam.

You with the bean that I gave when we quarrelled,
I with your marble of Saturday last,
Honoured and old and all gaily apparelled,
Here we shall meet and remember the past.

	Monday	Tuesday	Wednesday	Thursday	Friday	Saturday	Sunday
Week 30	Johnny Chuck Turns Tramp	Blackberry-Picking Bobby Nimble-Toes	Appley Dapply's Nursery Rhymes	The Dignified Walking-Sticks	What Harriet Did on Wednesday	The Shingle and Clapboard Story	Parables, or Stories
Week 30	Pairs or Pears	Old Woman under the Hill	Belleisle	Mistress Mary	Old King Cole	Old King Cole	See, See

Old Old Tales Retold by Frederick Richardson [Illustration]

dropcap image ONG ago there lived a pig who had three little pigs. The mother pig was very poor, and at last she had to send her little pigs out to seek their fortunes.

The first little pig that went away met a man with a bundle of straw, and he said to him, "Please, man, give me that straw to build me a house."

The man gave the straw to the little pig. Then the pig built a house of the straw, and lived in the house.

By and by a wolf came along and knocked at the door of the little straw house.

"Little pig, little pig, let me come in!" called the wolf.

"No, no, by the hair of my chinny, chin, chin, I'll not let you in," answered the pig.

"Then I'll huff and I'll puff and I'll blow your house in," said the wolf.

So he huffed and he puffed and he blew the house in. Then he chased the little pig away.

The second little pig that went away met a man with a bundle of sticks, and he said to the man, "Please, man, give me your bundle of sticks to build me a house."

The man gave the sticks to the little pig. Then the pig built a house of the sticks, and lived in the house.

By and by the wolf came along and knocked at the door of the little house of sticks.

"Little pig, little pig, let me come in!" called the wolf.

"No, no, by the hair of my chinny, chin, chin, I'll not let you in," answered the pig.

"Then I'll huff and I'll puff and I'll blow your house in," said the wolf.

So he huffed and he puffed and he blew the house in. Then he chased the little pig away.

The third little pig that went away met a man with a load of bricks, and he said to the man, "Please, man, give me your load of bricks to build me a house."

The man gave the bricks to the little pig. Then the pig built a house with the bricks and lived in the house.

At last the wolf came along and knocked at the door of the brick house.

"Little pig, little pig, let me come in!" called the wolf.

"No, no, by the hair of my chinny, chin, chin, I'll not let you in," answered the pig.

"Then I'll huff and I'll puff and I'll blow your house in," said the wolf.

So he huffed and he puffed and he puffed and he huffed, but he could not blow the little brick house in.

The wolf rested a few minutes, and then he said, "Little pig, little pig, will you let just the tip of my nose in?"

"No," said the little pig.

"Little pig, little pig, will you let just my paw in?"

"No," said the little pig.

"Little pig, little pig, will you let just the tip of my tail in?"

"No," said the little pig.

"Then I will climb up on the roof and come down through the chimney," said the wolf.

But the little pig made the fire very hot, so the wolf could not come down the chimney so he went away, and that was the end of him.

The little pig then went and fetched his mother, and they still live happily in their little brick house.