Baby, sleep a little longer,
Till the little limbs are stronger.
If she sleeps a little longer,
Baby too shall fly away.

ALFRED TENNYSON




[Illustration]

MOTHER FROST--I

broad daughters through heart


At the edge of a wood there was a great, clear, bubbling spring of cold
water.

Near this spring lived a widow and her two daughters.

One of them was very beautiful and a great help about the house, while
the other was ugly and idle.

The mother loved only the ugly one, for she was her own child.

She cared so little for the other daughter that she made her do all the
hard work.