Marit let go of the goat. She turned and began to climb the hill-side path. "Oh, here is your ribbon on its neck. You've forgotten it!" shouted the boy. She looked back with tearful eyes, first at the goat and then at Orvind. She sobbed aloud as she said, "You may keep it." The boy left the goat and ran after her. He took her by the hand and said, "I thank you!" "Oh, there's nothing to thank me for," she answered. Then she went slowly up the path to the spot where her grandfather was waiting. EXPRESSION: Tell the name of the story. Do you think it is a good name? Why do you think so? Read aloud the description of Orvind's house on pages 11 and 12. Try to make those who listen to you see just how the house looked. Call the goat as you think the boy did. What did the goat answer? Repeat the conversation between Orvind and Marit on pages 12 and 13; between Orvind and his mother, page 14. Repeat the song on page 15. Notice this mark (?). Find twelve sentences that are followed by it. What does it mean? How does it help you to read with expression? Summer or winter or spring or fall,- Jasper When I'm dressed warm as warm can be, And with boots, to go Through the deepest snow, Winter time is the time for me. The Queen Summer or winter or spring or fall, Which do you like the best of all? Mildred I like blossoms and birds that sing, The grass and the dew And the sunshine, too, So, best of all I like the spring. 1 By James Whitcomb Riley, an American poet. ... The Queen Summer or winter or spring or fall, Which do you like the best of all? Mandeville Oh, little friends, I most rejoice When I hear the drums As the circus comes; So summer time is my special choice. The Queen Summer or winter or spring or fall, Which do you like the best of all? Edith Apples of ruby, and pears of gold, That the bee stings through Fall it is all that my heart can hold. The Queen So! my darlings and pretty dears, Summer and winter and spring and fall — sprang up between two flat stones and blossomed. One day two small boys who were going home from their work saw the tiny flower. 1 By L. L. Weedon "Look there, Robin!" cried one. growing in the street. Let's take it "See that daisy home to Polly." "Don't break it, Ned," said the other. "We'll dig it up and take roots and all. Maybe it will grow in a pot." So both the boys went down on their knees and loosened the plant from the hard earth and stones around it. Then, very gently, lest he should break the stalk, Ned carried it home. Up the stairs of the wretched old house in which they lived, the two boys raced as though they had indeed found a treasure. "We've got something for you, sister!" shouted Robin. "Yes, we've got something for you. Look here," said Ned, all out of breath from running. Little Polly was but six years old. She was just waking from a nap when her big brothers rushed into the room. She rubbed her eyes and looked around her in confusion. "It's a daisy, Polly," said Robin. "Yes, it's a real live daisy," said Ned. "We'll plant it, and you can put it in the window, and it will be company for you when we're away." "What a dear little flower!" said the child. "I'm so glad you brought it, Ned." |