The Story Hour by Kate Douglas Smith Wiggin;Nora A. Smith
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page 88 of 122 (72%)
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built in memory of George Washington, by the people of the United
States, to show that they loved and would always remember the Father of his Country. THE MAPLE-LEAF AND THE VIOLET. "Story-telling must please children, so that it will influence, strengthen, and elevate their lives."--FROEBEL The Maple-tree lived on the edge of the wood. Beside and behind her the trees grew so thick and tall that there was plenty of shade at her roots; but as no one stood in front, she could always look across the meadows to the brown house where Bessie lived, and could see what went on in the world. After the cold winter had gone by, and the spring had come again, the Maple-tree sent out thousands of tiny leaf-buds, that stretched themselves, and grew larger day by day in the warm sunshine. One little Bud, on the end of a tall branch, worked so hard to grow that by and by he finished opening all his folds, and found himself a tiny pale green leaf. He was curious, as little folks generally are, and as soon as he opened his eyes wanted to see everything about him. First he looked up at the blue sky overhead, but the sky only looked quietly back at him. Then he looked across the meadows to where Bessie lived, but Bessie |
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