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"What is in it, mamma'?"

66 A snail is in it. See! Its head is coming out of the shell."

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Can the snail come out of its shell, mamma'?"

"No. The shell grows on its

back."

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Then it is never away from home, is it, mamma'? Why does it push up those funny little things that look like horns?

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"Its eyes are in them."
"Has it any teeth?"

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"O yes, it has many teeth."

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ears.'

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mamma'! But it has no

"Yes, it has, Mary; but you can not see them. Take it in your hand. It will not hurt you."

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"O look, mamma'! It has put

its head into the shell again.

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Yes, it saw that you were going to touch it."

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"How funny!

I did not think

it could see so well.”

"Now be very still, and it will soon push its head out of the shell again."

"Yes, there it is, mamma'.

Do

see it crawl off with its shell on its back!"

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That is the only way it can

get about, Mary."

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Well, it is a pretty slow way. I have heard that some little boys and girls are as slow as a snail.'

LANGUAGE LESSON.

Let pupils write answers in complete sentences.

What was Mary looking at?

What does the snail have on its back?

What does the lesson say a snail has?

How does the snail move about?

Why did the snail hide its head in its shell?

SLATE EXERCISE.

Let pupils write these words and mark their pronunciation.

like hide sent cool them

good

him

hope long

soon

those stood

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TAB AND HER KITTENS.

"O look at my kittens!" said Milly

to May.

"Just feel of their fur-so soft

and so fine."

Then mother cat, Tab, to Milly did

say,

"O pray, little Miss, the kittens are mine."

"I know they are yours," said she to old Tab,

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But can I not give one to dear little May ?

She will take it out home with horses and cab,

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And give it some meat and some milk ev'ry day."

No, no, little Miss! I can not consent.

What you say about May is all very fine.

I could never be happy-never con

tent;

I tell you again, the kittens are

mine."

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