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frīsk 60 zỹ brasts sănd rāin' y těn'der säfely nursed linoingo
līn’îngs nữb'ble (nûrst) shěl'ter
hỉd'den bůr' rows Windoing seăm'per
They live in burrows
With winding ways, And there they shelter
On rainy days.
The mother rabbits
Make cozy nests, With hairy linings
From their breasts.
The tender young ones
Are nursed and fed, And safely hidden
In this warm bed.
And when they are older,
They all come out Upon the sand hills,
And frisk about.
They play, and nibble
The long, dry grass, But scamper away
Whenever you pass.
“O mamma'!” cried little Kitty Brown, “I want to tell you something
“I heard such a funny story about Mary Black! I did not think she could be so naughty.”
“But, Kitty, I do not like to hear anything naughty about little boys and girls.
Before you tell me the story, there are three things I would like to ask you."
What are they, mamma' ?”
In the first place, is the story true ?”
"I think so. Miss White told me, and she is a great friend of Mary's.”
“Well, it may be true, but is it kind ?"
“I am afraid it is not. I should not like to have such a story told about me.”
“Well, then, Kitty, if the story is not true, nor kind, do you think you ought to tell it ? ”
“No, I do not think I need to tell it."
“Ah, then, Kitty, if the story is not true, nor kind, and you do not need to tell it, why tell it to me at all ? "
“O because I I heard it, and thought you would like to hear it, too.”
No, Kitty, I do not care to hear it. Unless what you say is kind
and true, and you have need of saying it, you should not tell it.
If you can not speak well of your friends, do not speak of them at all.”
Let pupils give oral answers in complete sentences.
What did Kitty wish to do?
Let pupils copy, and commit to memory.
If you can not speak mell of your friends, do not speak of them at all dónet sarj anything
one, unless'it is kind and true