He sees a dear little bird. It has come for its daily meal of seed and
crumbs. It is not afraid of baby? Why should it be? How could any bird
be afraid of such a dear child?

When the bird has had its dinner, I think it will sing.

A.B.C.




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A NEW YEAR'S DIALOGUE.


HARRY.


Loud from the north the wild wind blows;
It sweeps the blue sky clear,
And parts, amid the drifting snows,
The path of the New Year;
The glad New Year that always brings
So many bright delightful things,
Gay holidays and merry plays,
And loving wishes from our friends.
A "Happy New Year" let us make,
And keep it "happy" till it ends.
By trying every day to see