The Story Hour by Kate Douglas Smith Wiggin;Nora A. Smith
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tools? Why, Lola, to be sure, and a little brown dog too, with a
cunning curly tail turned up in a round bob behind, and two long silky ears touching the floor. For Dick's mamma had such a big heart that I do believe it would have held all the children in the world, and as Lola's uncle didn't care for her the least little bit, he gave her to this mamma of Dicky's, who grew to love this little girl almost as well as she loved her own Dicky and Dot and Bess. AQUA; OR, THE WATER BABAY. [Footnote: The plan of this story was suggested to me many years ago; so many, indeed, that I cannot now remember whether it was my friend's own, or whether he had read something like it in German.--K. D. W.] "This standing above life, and yet grasping life, and being stirred by life, is what makes the genuine educator."--Froebel It was a clear, sunshiny day, and out on the great, wide, open sea there sparkled thousands and thousands of water-drops. One of these was a merry little fellow who danced on the silver backs of the fishes as they plunged up and down in the waves, and, no matter how high he sprung, always came down again plump into his mother's lap. His mother, you know, was the Ocean, and very beautiful she looked that summer day in her dark blue dress and white ruffles. |
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