Journeys Through Bookland — Volume 3 by Charles Herbert Sylvester
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GANELON PICKS UP CHARLEMAGNE'S GLOVE ... Louis Grell
WHERESOEVER HE PLANTED HIS FOOT, THERE HE STAYED ... Jan in Grell ROLAND FEEBLY WINDED HIS HORN ... Louis Grell [Illustration: A GREAT BIG YELLOW ONE] JOHN'S PUMPKIN By MRS ARCHIBALD Last spring I found a pumpkin seed, And thought that I would go And plant it in a secret place, That no one else would know, And watch all summer long to see It grow, and grow, and grow, And maybe raise a pumpkin for A Jack-a-lantern show. I stuck a stick beside the seed, And thought that I should shout One morning when I stooped and saw The greenest little sprout! I used to carry water there, When no one was about, And every day I'd count to see How many leaves were out. |
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