fast love eas’y gray chair who glass’es

[Illustration:  Girl standing by old woman in rocking chair.]

See my dear, old grandma in her easy-chair!  How gray her hair is!  She wears glasses when she reads.

She is always kind, and takes such good care of me that I like to do what she tells me.

When she says, “Robert, will you get me a drink?” I run as fast as I can to get it for her.  Then she says, “Thank you, my boy.”

Would you not love a dear, good grandma, who is so kind?  And would you not do all yon could to please her?

LESSON XL.

does won’der moth’er oth’er bee hon’ey lis’ten flow’er

[Illustration:  Girl standing next to woman seated on porch.]

“Come here, Lucy, and listen!  What is in this flower?”

“O mother! it is a bee.  I wonder how it came to be shut up in the flower!”

“It went into the flower for some honey, and it may be it went to sleep.  Then the flower shut it in.

“The bee likes honey as well as we do, but it does not like to be shut up in the flower.

“Shall we let it out, Lucy?”

“Yes; then it can go to other flowers, and get honey.”

LESSON XLI.

best hitched their should or rid’ing

live holds hay driv’ing tight ear’ly

[Illustration:  One boy riding a horse, and another boy riding a cart pulled by a horse.]

Here come Frank and James White.  Do you know where they live?

Frank is riding a horse, and James is driving one hitched to a cart.  They are out very early in the day.  How happy they are!

See how well Frank rides, and how tight James holds the lines!

The boys should be kind to their horses.  It is not best to whip them.

When they have done riding, they will give the horses some hay or corn.

Slate Work

[Illustration:  Script Exercise: 

Some horses can trot very fast.  Would you like to ride fast?  One day I saw a dog hitched up a little cart.  The cart had some corn in it. ]

LESSON XLII.

look’ing thought pick’ing heard chirp were told birds

search dear’ly young girl loved chil’dren be sides’

[Illustration:  Girl picking flowers.]

A little girl went in search of flowers for her mother.  It was early in the day, and the grass was wet.  Sweet little birds were singing all around her.

And what do you think she found besides flowers?  A nest with young birds in it.

While she was looking at them, she heard the mother bird chirp, as if she said, “Do not touch my children, little girl, for I love them dearly.”