wheat grow, and it was water that turned the mill to grind the
wheat. I thought little Rose was sorry it rained.
Rose. I did not think of all these things, father. I am truly
very glad to see the rain falling.

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LESSON IV.


CASTLE-BUILDING.

1. "O pussy!" cried Herbert, in a voice of anger and
dismay, as the blockhouse he was building fell in sudden
ruin. The playful cat had rubbed against his mimic castle,

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and tower and wall went rattling down upon the floor.
2. Herbert took up one of the blocks and threw it fiercely
at pussy. Happily, it passed over her and did no harm. His
hand was reaching for another block, when his little sister
Hetty sprang toward the cat, and caught her up.
3. "No, no, no!" said she, "you sha'n't hurt pussy!
She did n't mean to do it!"
4. Herbert's passion was over quickly, and, sitting down
upon the floor, he covered his face with his hands, and began
to cry.
5. "What a baby!" said Joe, his elder brother, who was
reading on the sofa. "Crying over spilled milk does no good.
Build it up again."