Kindergarten Read Aloud Banquet

Nursery Songs for November

The Old Man in Leather

A Child's Garden of Verses

Escape at Bedtime

The lights from the parlour and kitchen shone out
Through the blinds and the windows and bars;
And high overhead and all moving about,
There were thousands of millions of stars.
There ne'er were such thousands of leaves on a tree,
Nor of people in church or the Park,
As the crowds of the stars that looked down upon me,
And that glittered and winked in the dark.

The Dog, and the Plough, and the Hunter, and all,
And the star of the sailor, and Mars,
These shone in the sky, and the pail by the wall
Would be half full of water and stars.
They saw me at last, and they chased me with cries,
And they soon had me packed into bed;
But the glory kept shining and bright in my eyes,
And the stars going round in my head.

	Monday	Tuesday	Wednesday	Thursday	Friday	Saturday	Sunday
Week 36	Johnny Chuck Proves His Love	Towser The Birthday Bouquet	Appley Dapply's Nursery Rhymes	The Frog-Hoppers Go Out into the World	The Magic Flower	The Moving-Men Story	St. John, the Beloved Disciple
Week 36	Pussy-Cat and the Dumplings	Three Wise Men of Gotham	Dance, Thumbkin, Dance	Chit, Chat	Mary's Canary	Handy-Spandy	The Little Bird

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Old Old Tales Retold by Frederick Richardson [Illustration]

[Illustration]

dropcap image NE DAY as the Little Red Hen was scratching in a field, she found a grain of wheat.

"This wheat should be planted," she said. "Who will plant this grain of wheat?"

"Not I," said the Duck.

"Not I," said the Cat.

"Not I," said the Dog.

"Then I will," said the Little Red Hen. And she did.

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Soon the wheat grew to be tall and yellow.

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"The wheat is ripe," said the Little Red Hen. "Who will cut the wheat?"

"Not I," said the Duck.

"Not I," said the Cat.

"Not I," said the Dog.

"Then I will," said the Little Red Hen. And she did.

[Illustration]

[Illustration]

When the wheat was cut, the Little Red Hen said, "Who will thresh this wheat?"

"Not I," said the Duck.

"Not I," said the Cat.

"Not I," said the Dog.

"Then I will," said the Little Red Hen. And she did.

[Illustration]

[Illustration]

When the wheat was all threshed, the Little Red Hen said, "Who'll take this wheat to the mill?"

"Not I," said the Duck.

"Not I," said the Cat.

"Not I," said the Dog.

"Then I will," said the Little Red Hen. And she did.

[Illustration]

[Illustration]

She took the wheat to the mill and had it ground into flour. Then she said, "Who will make this flour into bread?"

"Not I," said the Duck.

"Not I," said the Cat.

"Not I," said the Dog.

"Then I will," said the Little Red Hen. And she did.

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She made and baked the bread. Then she said, "Who will eat this bread?"

"Oh! I will," said the Duck.

"And I will," said the Cat.

"And I will," said the Dog.

"No, no!" said the Little Red Hen. "I will do that." And she did.

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