winter nap, and called to the birds and the brooks to begin their
songs. When they came to the little brown cradle, they stopped to
rest, and Baby Caterpillar began to get very warm under the thick
blanket. She woke up and stretched herself, and her cradle broke,
and she came out to greet the Spring. But what a change! Instead
of the old dingy dress that she went to sleep in, she now had a
beautiful yellow one; and, instead of crawling among the leaves,
she flew up and away into the sweet spring air to play with the
sunbeams and flowers; and the little children called her a
butterfly.



Five Little Indian Brothers

Once there were five little brothers living in Farmer Lane's
barn. There were a great many other children there, too, but
these little brothers played by themselves, and chased each other
across the wide floor of the barn until they reached a corner
where there was a large crack, and then they could look out into
the world. The first thing they saw was Farmer Lane breaking up
the rich brown earth with his plough, for Spring hadcome, and
told him it was time to do his planting, while the little
brothers were watching him, and wishing they could find a way to
roll out into the bright sunshine and help him, something
happened. What do you suppose it was?

A great brown hand came up behind them and in a moment they found
themselves in a wooden measure with many more of their friends.
"What is the matter?" said one little brother. "I don't know,"