whis’tle (whis’l) poc’ket wil’low note filled dead sick

walk ev’ery blew lane lame tak’ing cane took

[Illustration:  Girl holding doll and boy with cane standing in woods.]

One day, when Mary was taking a walk down the lane, trying to sing her doll to sleep, she met Frank, with his basket and cane.

Frank was a poor, little, lame boy.  His father and mother were dead.  His dear, old grandma took care of him, and tried to make him happy.

Every day, Mary’s mother filled Frank’s basket with bread and meat, and a little tea for his grandma.

“How do you do, Frank?” said Mary.  “Don’t make a noise; my doll is going to sleep.  It is just a little sick to-day.”

“Well, then, let us whistle it to sleep.”  And Frank, taking a willow whistle out of his pocket, blew a long note.

“Oh, how sweet!” cried Mary.  “Do let me try.”

LESSON LX.

turned face cried low al’most soon more cry

once(wuns) be cause’

[Illustration:  Boy and Girl sitting on log.]

“Yes, Mary, I will give it to you, because you are so good to my grandma.”

“Oh! thank you very much.”  Mary blew and blew a long time.  “I can’t make it whistle,” said she, almost ready to cry.

“Sometimes they will whistle, and sometimes they won’t,” said Frank.  “Try again, Mary.”

She tried once more, and the whistle made a low, sweet sound.  “It whistles!” she cried.

In her joy, she had turned the doll’s face down, and its eyes shut tight, as if it had gone to sleep.

“There!” cried Frank, “I told you the way to put a doll to sleep, is to whistle to it.”

“So it is,” said Mary.  “Dear, little thing; it must be put in its bed now.”

So they went into the house.  Frank’s basket was soon filled, and he went home happy.

LESSON LXI.

stood him self’ flap’ping first twelve

flapped walked flap o bey’ bet’ter

Chip’py food stone be fore’ chick’ens kept

[Illustration:  Hen and chicks.]

There was once a big, white hen that had twelve little chickens.  They were very small, and the old hen took good care of them.  She found food for them in the daytime, and at night kept them under her wings.

One day, this old hen took her chickens down to a small brook.  She thought the air from the water would do them good.

When they got to the brook, they walked on the bank a little while.  It was very pretty on the other side of the brook, and the old hen thought she would take her children over there.

There was a large stone in the brook:  she thought it would be easy for them to jump to that stone, and from it to the other side.