The Beacon Second Reader by James H. Fassett
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page 30 of 137 (21%)
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Tell me, little raindrops,
Is that the way you play? Pitter-patter, pitter-patter, All the rainy day? I sit here at the window; I've nothing else to do; Oh, I wish that I could play, This rainy day, with you! The little raindrops cannot speak, But "pitter-patter-pat" Means, "We can play on this side, Why can't you play on that?" ANN HAWKSHAWE [Illustration] THE FOUR FRIENDS--I comb music giants chief Once upon a time a man had a donkey. His donkey had worked for him many years. |
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