The New Normal Second ReaderWerner School Book Company, 1894 - 176 pages |
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Common terms and phrases
afraid bark basket bees birdie bright Brownie buzz catch Charlie Christmas climb containing the word crumbs doll Dolly eggs fast Fido flies flowers glad go to school Good-bye Good-morning happy Harry hear Hopping horse hurt Jack James KARST Kate kind kittens LANGUAGE LESSON little bird little boy little girl little kitty little mousie Little Owls look Lottie mamma means the opposite meant mill moon morning mother mouse nails names of four nest never nice peep Phonic Exercise play pretty Pronounce and write Pronounce at sight qui'et ride robin Santa Claus says sing sisters sleep snow song soon sorry sun shines tell thought Tick-tock tree tried wagon wake walk wheat window word meaning Write a word Write in full write in sentences Write sentences containing Write the names Write the word
Popular passages
Page 19 - What does little birdie say In her nest at peep of day ? Let me fly, says little birdie, Mother, let me fly away. Birdie, rest a little longer, Till the little wings are stronger. So she rests a little longer, Then she flies away. What does little baby say, In her bed at peep of day ? Baby says, like little birdie, Let me rise and fly away.
Page 160 - Out in the apple-tree where he is swinging. Brave little fellow ! the skies may be dreary— Nothing cares he while his heart is so cheery. Hark ! how the music leaps out from his throat! Hark ! was there ever so merry a note...
Page 116 - I think, when I read that sweet story of old, When Jesus was here among men, How He called little children as lambs to His fold, I should like to have been with them then.
Page 160 - Dear little blossoms, down under the snow, You must be weary of winter, I know; Hark! while I sing you a message of cheer, Summer is coming and spring-time is here!
Page 114 - Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray the Lord my soul to keep ; If I should die before I wake, I pray the Lord my soul to take ; And this I ask for Jesus
Page 161 - Little white snow-drop! I pray you arise; Bright yellow crocus! Come, open your eyes; Sweet little violets, hid from the cold, Put on your mantles of purple and gold; Daffodils! daffodils! say, do you hear?— Summer is coming! and spring-time is here!
Page 132 - Papa dear," little Gracie said, " Where can this birdie be ? If I could sing a song like that I'd sit where folks could see.
Page 44 - Young birds in their pretty nest, I must not in play Steal the birds away, To grieve their mother's breast. My mother, I know, Would sorrow so, Should I be stolen away; So I'll speak to the birds In my softest words, Nor hurt them in my play.
Page 103 - Now you see his wings of silk Drabbled in the Baby's milk ! Fie, oh, fie ! Foolish Fly! How will he get dry ? All wet flies Twist their thighs, So they wipe their heads and eyes.
Page 108 - In days that are sunny He's getting his honey ; In days that are cloudy He's making his wax : On pinks and on lilies, And gay daffodillies, And columbine blossoms, He levies a tax ! Buzz ! buzz...