The Beacon Second Reader by James H. Fassett
page 57 of 137 (41%)
page 57 of 137 (41%)
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I have to go to bed and see
The birds still hopping on the tree, Or hear the grown-up people's feet Still going past me in the street. And does it not seem hard to you, When all the sky is clear and blue, And I should like so much to play, To have to go to bed by day? ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON [Illustration] THE GOLDEN TOUCH--I touch slightest creature statue Many years ago there lived a king named Midas. King Midas had one little daughter, whose name was Marigold. King Midas was very, very rich. It was said that he had more gold than any other king in the world. One room of his great castle was almost filled with yellow gold pieces. |
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