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all covered over.

The cold winter came, with its snow and ice, but it could not
harm the little violets. Safe under the friendly leaves of the old
oak, they slept and dreamed happy dreams until the warm rains
of spring came and waked them again.

•'Little Flower Folks."'
Educational Publishimj Co., Boston, 2Iass.




Cnestnat^
m the
Durr.



THE CHESTNUT BOYS.

In a warm little bed, in a
little green house, Mother
Nature had tucked three
baby boys safely away for a
long sleep.

The liouse was not like
the ones we live in, for it
had only one tiny room,
with no windows, and the
door was fastened so tightly that no one could get in or out.

For many, many bright sunny days the little boys were sleep-
ing, and all this time they were growing a little larger and a little
larger, just as you all are growing.

But by and by the days began to grow cooler. The green leaves
put on their autumn dresses of red and yellow, and came rustling
down from the tree to play with the wind.

Then the babies stirred in their little bed, for the Wind was
busy painting brown their green house, and he whistled so loudly
at his work that they heard him in their dreams. Close behind



50 IN THE CHILI -'S WOULD.

the Wind came his friend, Jack Frost, a roguish little fellow.
Gently he knocked at the door of the house, and softly he whis-
pered, '•'Come out, little hoys; come out and play with mel"

But Mother Nature only tucked her babies more snugly into
bed, and answered: "No, not yet, dear little ones; sleep a little
longer!"

Then Jack Frost went away to play with the red and yellow
leaves; but soon he came flying back, calling, ''Come out for a
frolic with me, boys; come out for a frolic!" And again Mother
Nature answered: " Not yet! not yet, my children!"

Again came Jack Frost, and knocked very loudly at the door:
" Come out! come out!" he called. And the little brothers cried,
"Yes, yes, dear Mother, let us go and play with Jack Frost and
theAYind!"

Then the mother smiled, a little sadly, and answered: " Yes, for
you have grown to be big boys now, and it is time for you to go!"
80 she unfastened the door and opened it wide, and out the three
hurried. But they soon found that the big world was not at all
like their warm, soft little house. The Wind blew and whistled
around them, and made them shiver; and Jack Frost was a rough
playfellow, though he meant to be kind, and they soon grew
weary and called to their mother: " Dear Mother Nature, we are
tired; put us to sleep again!"

Then the mother spread over them, where they lay on the
ground, a warm covering of " red and yellow and faded brown."

By and by she heard their sleepy voices again: " Kind Mother,
we are cold !"

Then Mother Nature sent a soft, white covering of snow, and
wrapped them in it so nicely, that they hud hardly time to mur-
mur " Thank you, good Mother," before they were fast asleep.

And there they will stay, till the warm sun and the gentle
breezes and the soft rain wake them in the sweet springtime.

Can you guess who the little brothers were, in their snug, warm
house?

They were the Chestnut boys, and the brown burr is their little
house.

Helen Louise Towne.

"Kindergarten Magazine."



SEEDS.



To THE Teacher :-

This talk, contributed by ;i fiiena, is based upon " Treasure Boxes "in
" Stories Mother Nature Told," by Jane Andrews.

Provide peach, apple and other fruits ; beans and peas in their ' ' boxes f
flrrains and other seeds.



THE TALK.

Begin the talk by allusions to boxes. What are they for? To
put things away iu. We have boxes in the kindergarten. Some-
times at home we have boxes in which to put away things that we
care very much about; treasure boxes they are sometimes called.
Now I am going to show you something that has a treasure box.
(Bring out a peach.)

Do you think this peach has a treasure box? Yes, if tlie peach
could talk it would tell you that it has worked all summer storing
food and drinking in sunshine, not only to make the delicious
soft part which you like to eat, but for the life that is in the
"stone," as we sometimes call the hard part in the middle.

(Cut away the fruit. Show the deep color, and how the fibers
cling to the stone or shell.) This stone is the peach's treasure
box. (Ask if any one knows what is inside the shell. Show how
hard the shell is. Let a child try to open it, then crack it and
show the seed.) The seed is the peach's treasure.

Do you know of any other treasure boxes? Apples, plums,
flower seeds, peas, beans, etc., etc. (Ask the children to bring
seeds for the next day, when you will tell them more about such
treasure boxes.)



52 IN THE child's world.

FOR THE SECOND DAY.

Yesterday we talked about the peach's treasure box; to-day we
have many others.

(Phice fruits on table. Let the children come in groups, or
distribute seeds to a few children. Examine the fruits. Question.
Notice- similarities and differences. Make a careful study of the
common seeds that the children will be most likely to bring —
peaches, apples, plums, melons, etc.)



AT THE END OF THE WEEK.

What have we been talking about this week? Seeds. We have
seen how carefully Mother Nature guards her treasure boxes and
has them ready for use in the springtime. Is there anyone who
helps Mother Nature ? Yes; the farmer and all the seed gatherers.
Mother Nature says to them, " Unless you gather and take care of
my seeds you will not have any peach trees or apple trees and no
corn or beans or peas or squashes, etc.," and so the farmer saves
his seeds, — not all of them, but those that.he needs to plant or sell,
for Mother Nature is so generous that she provides a great many
seeds.

And now for a wee bit of a stor}'. (Tell how a farmer's chil-
dren helped to gather and save the seeds, and placed them in boxes,
bags and envelopes; how the farmer marked them and put them
away in a place where they would keep.)

Do you not think we could put some of ours away in bags or
•envelopes for next spring? Perhaps we can plant some of them
and see them grow here.

We will try to make something out of our colored papers to
ihold the seeds.

L. B. P.



IN THE CHILD S WORLD.



53



TEACHER'S READING.

Concerning a. Few Common Plants, - . - - Goodale

How Plants Grow, -... - - Gray

Planting Seeds in the Schoolroom (•' Outlines of Lessons

in Botany"), - - - June H. Newell

Seed Tramps, - - -) ,i,a\ t? >m n-K^^

Quickening'^Seeds and Seedlings, j < ^^^^^'P ^^^^ ^' " ^'^"^"

Story of Mary and the Seeds (" Kindergarten Magazine,"

May and June, 1891), - - - E.G.Howe

Song of the Sower, - - - Bryant

The Little Brown Seed, - -' - Harriet Lothrop
Little Brown Seed in the Furrow, - - - Ida W. Benham



FOR THE CHILDREN.
Quercus Alba ("Stories Mother Nature Told"),



Jane Andreios



STORIES.




FIVE PEAS IN A POD.

There were once five peas in one shell; they were green, and
the shell was green, so they believed that the whole world musi>
be green also, which was a very natural conclusion. The shell
grew, and the peas grew; they accommodated themselves to their
position, and sat all in a row. The sun shone without and
warmed the shell, and the rain made it clear and transparent;



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it was mild and agreeable in broad daylight, and dark at nighty
and the peas as they sat there grew bigger and ])igger, and more
thoughtful as they mused, for they felt there must be something
for them to do.

"Are we to sit here for ever?" asked one; "shall we not
become hard by sitting so long? It seems to me there must be
something outside, and I feel sure of it."

And as weeks passed by the peas became yellow, and the shell
became yellow.

''All the world is turning yellow, I suppose," said tliey^and
perhaps they were right.

Suddenly they felt a pull at the shell; it was torn off, and held
in human hands, then slipped into the pocket of a jacket in com-
pany with other full pods.

" Now we shall soon be opened," said one — just what they all
wanted.

"■ I should like to know which of us will travel farthest," said
the smallest of the five; "we shall soon see now."

" What is to happen will happen," said the largest pea.

" Crack," went the shell as it burst, and the five peas rolled
out into the bright sunshine. There they lay in a child's hand.
A little boy was holding them tightly, and said they were fine
peas for his pea-shooter. And immediately he put one in and
shot it out.

" Now I am flying out into the wide world," said the pea;
"catch me if you can;" and he was gone in a moment.

" I," said the second, "intend to fly straight to the sun; that
is a shell that lets itself be seen, and it will suit me exactly;"
and away he went.

" We will go to sleep wherever we find ourselves," said the
two next, " we shall still be rolling onwards;" and they did cer-
tainly fall on the floor and roll about before they got into the
pea-shooter; but they were put in for all that. " We shall go
farther than the others," said they.

" What is to happen will happen," exclaimed the last, as he
was shot out of the pea-shooter; and as he spoke he flew up
against an old board under a garret window, and fell into a little
crevice, which was almost filled up with moss and soft earth.




" Getting Well.'



65



■ 56 IN THE CHILl/S WORLD.

The moss closed itself round him, and there he lay, a captive
indeed, but not unnoticed by God.

" What is to happen will happen," said he to himself.

Within the garret lived a poor woman, who went out to clean
stoves, chop wood into small pieces, and perform other hard
work, for she was strong and industrious. Yet she remained
always poor; and at home in the garret lay her only daughter,
not quite grown up, and very delicate and weak. For a whole
year she had kept her bed. Quietly and patiently she lay all day
long, while her mother was away from home at lier work.

Spring came, and one morning early the sun shone brightly
through the little window and threw his rays over the floor of
the room. Just as the mother was going to her work, the sick
girl fixed her gaze on the lowest pane of the window. " Mother!"
she exclaimed, ''what can that little green thing be that peeps
in at the window? It is moving in the wind."

The mother stepped to the window and half opened it, " Oh!"
she said, " there is actually a little pea which has taken root and
is putting ont its green leaves. How could it have got into this
crack! Well, now, here is a little garden for you to amuse your-
self with." So the bed of the sick girl was drawn nearer to the
window, that she might see the budding plant; and the mother
went out to her work.

" Mother, I believe I shall get well," said the sick child in the
evening, " the sun has shone in here so brightly and warmly to-
day, and the little pea is thriving so well; I shall get on better,
too, and go out into the warm sunshine again."

"God grant it!" said the mother, but she did not believe it
would be so. But she propped up with a little stick the green
plant which had given her child such pleasant hopes of life, so
that it might not be broken by the winds; she tied the piece of
string to the window sill and to the upper part of the frame,
so that the pea tendrils might twine round it when it shot up.
'And it did shoot up; indeed it might almost be seen to grow
from day to day.

" Eeally, here is a flower coming," said the old woman one
morning, and now at List she began to encourage the hope that
her little sick daughter might really recover. She remembered



IN THE child's would. 57

that for some time the child had spoken more cheerfully, and
during the last few days had raised herself in bed in the morning
to look with sparkling eyes at her little garden which contained
only a single pea-plant. A week after, the invalid sat up for the
first time a whole hour, feeling quite happy by the oi^en window
in the warm sunshine, while outside grew the little plant, and
on it a pink pea-blossom in full bloom. The little maiden bent
down and gently kissed the delicate leaves. This day was to
her like a festival.

"Our Heavenly Father Himself has planted that pea, and
made it grow and flourish, to bring joy to you and hope to me,
my blessed child," said the happy mother, and she smiled at the
flower, as if it had been an angel from God.

And when the young maiden stood at the open garret window,
with sparkling eyes and the rosy hue of health on her cheeks,
she folded her thin hands over the pea-blossom and thanked
God for what He had done.

Hans Chr. Andersen.



PSYCHE'S TASKS.

There was once a very beautiful earthly maiden named Psyche.
Every one liked to see her joyous face, as she roamed over the
meadows gathering the field-flowers, or sat weaving them into
garlands for her friends. She had many friends and companions,
but chief among them all was one who used to come down to
visit her from lofty Olympus, the home of the gods. This was
the little winged god, Cupid, who loved her dearly.

Now Psyche, charming and loving as she was, was a thought-
less child, and one day, by a foolish prank, gave such offense to
Cupid that he spread his rosy wings and flew away. As day
after day passed and he did not come again, she mourned and
grieved for her companion, but not her grief nor even her
repentance could bring him back.

At last, some one, pitying her sorrow, advised her to go to the
temple of Venus, and there to beg the assistance of Venus her-
self, who was the mother of Cupid. Psyclie, with hope revived.



58 IN THE chu.d's world.

went straightway to the temple, with its sliining pilhirs and
white marble steps, and humbly made her request, but A'enus
told her that there were hard tasks to be performed before she
could win back what she had so foolishly lost. Psyche willingly
undertook to perform these, but when she learned what the first
one was, her heart sank. Venus led her to a vast granary, where
wheat, barley, millet, and all sorts of grain lay about on the
floor, mixed together in hopeless confusion. " Before evening,'*
said Venus, "all these different sorts of grain must be separated
from each other, and each kind must be piled by itself."

To poor Psyche it did not seem possible to accomplish such a
task; nevertheless, she at once set to work; she would at least do
all that she could, she thought; so she sifted and sorted, and
arranged without stopping till late in the afternoon. Then, as
she looked at htr orderly little piles and saw how tiny they
appeared beside the great heaps of grain that remained to be
sorted, she felt saddened and discouraged indeed. She held
bravely, however, to her purpose of doing her best, little as it
might prove to be, and her busy hands were working even
more quickly than before, when — a wonderful thing happened.

Psyche did not notice it at first, but presently raising her eyes
from her work, she was astonished to see that her piles of sorted
grain had mounted to a surprising height, and that the big un-
sorted heaps had become very much smaller. From every side
had come swarms and crowds of friendly little ants. Each one
had set to work, as patiently and as perseveringly as Psyche her-
self, to help her to accomplish her task before the end of the
day. She could see them tugging away at grains larger than
themselves, or marching steadily, one behind another, each set-
ting down his burden in the right place and then returning for
more. Now she could work with a light heart, and when even-
ing came and the friendly ants had trooped off through their
cracks and crannies, the task was accomplished and everything
was seen to be, as if by magic, in perfect order. Psyche did not
know who had sent the ants to her assistance. She never
thought that Cupid himself, though he could not come to her,
was helping her in this way.

The other tasks imposed upon Psyche were no less difficult



xN THE child's WORLD. 59

than the first hud been; but though, one by one, Psyche accom-
plished them all, still she heard nothing of her beloved companion
and was beginning to despair of ever seeing him again. Cupid,
hov/ever, was nearer to her than she thought and the moment
came at last when he could go to her.

One day, when Psyche, weary and discouraged, was least ex-
pecting him, a light whirring of wings sounded in the air, and
in a moment Cupid himself, like a shining vision, stood before
her eyes. She could hardly believe that she was not dreaming,
even when he told her that her troubles and labors were at last
over and that he was to be separated from her no longer, A
beautiful pair of butterfly wings was given to Psyche, that she
might be able to fly as Cupid did, and together the two went
winging their way through the blue air to Olympus, the abode
of the gods. There among the gods and goddesses, Cupid and
Psyche lived joyfully ever after; never again were they separated
from one another.

F. H.



APPLE-SEED JOHN.

PooFt Johnnj^ was bended well-nigh double
With years of toil, and care, and trouble;
But his large old heart still felt the need
Of doing for others some kindly deed.

" But what can I do ?" old Johnny said;
"I who work so hard for daily bread?
It takes heaps of money to do much good;
I am far too poor to do as I would."

The old man sat thinking deeply a while.
Then over his features gleamed a smile.
And he clapped his hands with a boyish glee.
And said to himself, "There's a way for me!"

He worked, and he worked with might and main,
But no one knew the plan in his brain.
He took ripe apples in pay for chores,
And carefully cut from them all the cores.



60 IN THE child's WORLD.

He filled a bag full, then wandered away,
And no man saw him for many a day.
With knapsack over his shoulder slung,
He marched along, and whistled or sung.

He seemed to roam with no object in view,
Like one who had nothing on earth to do;
But, journeying thus o'er the pi-airies wide.
He paused now and then, and his bag untied.

With pointed cane deep holes he would bore,
And in ev'ry hole he placed a core;
Then covered them well, and left them there
In keeping of sunshine, rain and air.

Sometimes for days he waded through grass,
And saw not a living creature pass,
But often, when sinking to sleep in the dark.
He heard the owls hoot and the prairie dogs bark.

Sometimes an Indian of sturdy limb
Came striding along and walked with him;
And he who had food shared with the other.
As if he had met a hungry brother.

When the Indian saw how the bag was filled.
And looked at the holes that the white man drilled,
He tliought to himself 't wlis a silly jjlan
To be planting seed for some future man.

Sometimes a log cabin came in view,
Where Johnny was sure to find jobs to do,
By which he gained stores of bread and meat,
And welcome rest for his weary feet.

He had full many a story to tell.
And goodly hymns that he sung right well;
He tossed up the babes, and joined the boys
In many a game full of fun and noise.

And he seemed so hearty, in work or play,
Men, women, and boys all urged him to stay;
But he always said, " I have something to do,
And I must go on to carry it through."



IN THE child's WORLp. 61.

The boys, who were sure to follow him round,
Soon found what it was he put in the ground;
And so, as time passed and he traveled on,
Ev'ry one called him " Old Apple-seed John.'

Whenever he'd used the whole of his store,
He went into cities and worked for more;
Then he marched back to the wilds again,
And planted seed on hill-side and plain.

In cities, some said the old man was crazy;
While others said he was only lazy;
But he took no notice of gibes and jeers,
He knew he was working for future years.

He knew that trees would soon abound
AVhere once a tree could not have been found;
That a flick' ring play of light and shade
AVould dance and glimmer along the glade ;

That blossoming sprays would form fair bowers,
And sprinkle the grass with rosy showers ;
And the little seeds his hands had spread
Would become ripe apples when he was dead.

So he kei)t on traveling far and wide,

Till his old limbs failed him, and he died.

He said at the last, " 'T is a comfort to feel

I 've done good in the world, though not a great deal."

Weary travelers, journeying west.
In the shade of his trees find pleasant rest;
And they often start, Avith glad surprise.
At the rosy fruit that round them lies.

And if they inquire whence came such trees,
. Where not a bough once swayed in the breeze.
The answer still comes, as they travel on,
" These trees were planted by Apple-seed John."

Lydia Maria Child.
'St. Mcholas." June, 1880.



THE WIND.



To THE Teacher: —



After the morning greetings the central subject of the morning may be
introduced in many ways: perhaps by directing the children's observation
to the weather, finding what they noticed about it on the way to kinder-
garten; or, if they have been singing " Come, little leaves," the subject
of the wind may be brought uppermost easily and naturally through the
song.



THE WIND AS AN UNSEEN POWER.

(The thought in this form is, of course, only for the teacher's mind. No
more tlian the impression is to be given to the children; and this will be
done by leading them to recall familiar manifestations of the wind's
power.)



THE TALK.

What does the wind do? Plays with the leaves, gets the trees
ready for winter, covers the ground with them to help keep the
the roots and seeds warm, tells the birds that winter is coming,
blows the nuts down from the tall trees in the wood, as well as
the apples, pears and other fruits from the orchard trees.

(Anecdote of child in an orchard, who sees an apple but is un-
able to reach it and asks the wind to bring it to her.)

Going back to other than Autumn work, — the wind rocks the
birds in the nests, flies kites, drives sailboats, blows the clothes
dry, helps the sun dry the ground after rain, and turns the wind-
mills which are sometimes used instead of water-mills. Can we
hear the wind? Can Ave feel the wind? Can we see the wind?
Can we see what the wind does?





The Wind at Work.



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64 IN THE child's WOKLD.



THE WIND AS A SOWER OF SEEDS.

(Recall some of the previous talks on seeds. Let the children
tell that seeds need to be planted; — corn seeds, or we will h;"ve no
corn; wheat seeds, or we will have no wheat; flower seeds or no
flowers, etc., etc.)

What has the farmer been doing lately? Gathering seeds from
farm and garden to plant in the spring. What prett}' yellow
flower do we find in the grass in the spring? Does the dandelion
have seeds? the daisy? the oak tree? Does the farmer go every-
where to gather such seeds? But we always have dandelions
and daisies. Then they must have been planted. AYho does this?
Some one who works and plays, though we never see him. Yes I
the wind sows such seeds, — blows them from the plant, carries
them along, drops them, blows dust and leaves over them till they
are covered and can take root by and by, and come up in the spring
when the other seeds do.



WHAT THE WINDS BRING.

Contrast gentle breezes and wild, boisterous winds. Notice
how Mr. Wind sometimes knocks at one window, sometimes at
another; — that is, comes from different directions. North Wind
coming from the cold countries, tells us to remember ' ' Agoonack,"
brings ice and snow, is a friend of '' Little Jack Frost.'' South
Wind comes from the warm countries, whisjDers of summer, comes
from the same land as the oranges and bananas, brings warmth.
East Wind comes from the ocean, brings moisture, fog or rain.
" West Wind, Best Wind" brings bright, clear weather.

AYeather vane useful to tell which wind is blowing. Anecdote
of child and weather vane. Child was going on a picnic; weather
doubtful; but soon the weather vane turned, showing that the
wind had changed, promising good weather. Child happy and
grateful. Frcebel's play of the Weather Vane. If preferred these
words may,be used instead of other translations: —

Tlie Weather Vane is perclied on high,
It seems as if it touched tlie sky !
And just the way the Avmds do bh)\v
The Wentlier Vane will quickly slu.w.



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65



TEACHER'S READING.



The Four Winds, / , ,, Hiawatha " )

The White Man's Foot, j ^ iliawaUia ),

The Maiden and the Weather Cock,

Tlie Windmill,

The Winds, /

To the Evening Wind, |

Sweet and Low, ^ . -

What the Winds Bring,

The Wind in a Frolic,

Earth and Man, . . .



Longfellow
Longfellow

Bryant

Tennyson

E. C. Stedman

William Howitt

Guyot



STORIES.



HOW WEST WIND HELPED DANDELION.



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