The Beacon Second Reader by James H. Fassett
page 62 of 137 (45%)
page 62 of 137 (45%)
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meat, and all the good food.
The king hated his golden touch so much that he sprinkled even the chairs and the tables and everything else that the fairy's gift had turned to gold. _Greek Myth_ [Illustration] OVER IN THE MEADOW Over in the meadow, In the sand, in the sun, Lived an old mother toad And her little toadie one. "Wink!" said the mother; "I wink," said the one; So she winked and she blinked In the sand, in the sun. Over in the meadow, Where the stream runs blue, Lived an old mother fish And her little fishes two. "Swim!" said the mother; "We swim," said the two; |
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