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and said, 'See how he loves butter!' I was merry to hear how they laughed. They called me Buttercup because I was as yellow as butter."
5. "I hope I am yellow too," said the Dandelion, "and larger than Buttercup. The Lark called the Daisy a star; but I am like a small sun. I am not a single flower, like Buttercup, but a great many little flowers made into one large one. When I go to seed I shall have a round, white head; then my head will blow to pieces, and I shall set out on my travels. Wherever I stop I shall plant one of my seeds. There will be more dandelions than ever next year."
6. "Wait till you see if we leave you any room!" said a gruff voice, and they all knew that it was a Thistle who spoke. "My seeds fly about, Cousin Dandelion, like yours; and my prickly leaves take up so much room, I am not sure you will have space to grow."
That was true enough, for the thistle is larger than the dandelion, and, though its flower is pretty and red, no one can gather it without pricking himself.
7. "I am glad I have no prickles," said a sweet voice, that filled the air with scent. "I like to be plucked by the little children. I send out a sweet smell to meet them, and they cry, 'There is a Violet!' They lift up my green leaves gently one by one; they find me hidden there, and their eyes sparkle with pleasure as they carry me off."
Every one loves you, dear Violet!" said the Daisy, "and your sweet scent attracts more even than your beautiful color and thick, green leaves."
8. "Yes, it must be the scent," said a Dog-Violet, who was growing where every one could see him; "for my
leaves are just like my sister's, and I have a larger blossom, yet no one cares to gather me. It surely can not be because I am a few shades lighter in color."
"No, no!" said a Cowslip, shaking his long, yellow bells; "it is scent you lack. But even we who have it are not loved by little children as we should be.
9. "When they named me Cowslip, because my breath is like that of the cow, so sweet and pure, they used always to gather me. The mothers made wine and tea of me, but the little children made me into cowslip-balls— round balls—bright-yellow balls. They threw me in the air, and I filled it with scent, and dropped down into their little hands again, giddy with my pleasant flight. But now," said the Cowslip, in a sad voice," the little children do not know how to make cowslip-balls." All the flowers sighed, they were so sorry the little children did not love them.
FOR PREPARATION.-I. Dandelion (dent tooth: tooth of the lion). Daisy (day's-eyc). Cowslip (cow's-lip).
II. Field (feld), grew (groo), plow, could (kood), réach'-ing, měad'ōw, built (bilt), dãi'-sy, läughed, piēç'-es, eoŭş'-in (kŭz'n), sīghed (sīd), show'-er, dăn'-de-li-on, this'-tle (this'sl), eyes (iz), beaū'-ti-ful (bū'-), scent (also cent and sent).
III. Certain words are used for the speaker, or the person spoken to or spoken of, to avoid repetition of name-words (these are: I, thou, you, he, she, it); they are called pronouns. Find eight pronouns in this piece.
IV. Gruff, scent, plucked, gently, sparkle, attracts, complaint, merry, blushed, giddy, flight, wandering, content, "the way to get on."
V. In what way does ivy cover up stones? Is the song of the Lark about the Daisy true? Do you know any other wild flowers besides those mentioned here? Was there anything envious in the speech of the DogViolet? What is envy? Was the Cowslip envious too?
1. The post-boy drove with fierce career,
For threatening clouds the moon had drowned,
2. As if the wind blew many ways,
I heard the sound, and more and more;
3. At length I to the boy called out;
He stopped his horses at the word; But neither cry, nor voice, nor shout, Nor aught else like it, could be heard.
4. The boy then smacked his whip, and fast The horses scampered through the rain; And soon I heard upon the blast
The voice, and bade them halt again.
5. Said I, alighting on the ground,
"What can it be, this hideous moan?" And there a little girl I found, Sitting behind the chaise alone.
6. "My cloak!"-no other word she spoke, But loud and bitterly she wept,
As if her little heart would burst;
And down from off her seat she leapt.
7. "What ails you, child?"-She sobbed, "Look here!" I saw it in the wheel entangled,
A weather-beaten rag as e'er
From any garden scarecrow dangled.
8. 'Twas twisted between nave and spoke;
9. "And whither are you going, child,
To-night, along these lonesome ways?" "To Durham," answered she, half wild. "Then come with me into the chaise."
10. She sat like one past all relief;
Sob after sob she forth did send
11. "My child, in Durham do you dwell?" She checked herself in her distress, And said: "My name is Alice Fell; I'm fatherless and motherless;
12. "And I to Durham, sir, belong!"
Again, as if the thought would choke Her very heart, her grief grew strong, And all was for her tattered cloak!
13. The chaise drove on; our journey's end
14. Up to the tavern-door we post;
15. "And let it be of duffel gray,
As warm a cloak as man can sell!"
FOR PREPARATION.-I. The story of a poor little orphan girl who tries to ride behind the chaise to Durham on a rainy night. Her miserable cloak gets entangled in the wheels, and her moans attract the attention of a kind old gentleman inside the coach. Wordsworth loved to write poems describing kind acts done to the poor and suffering. Find, on the map, Durham in England.
II. Fiërçe, nei'-ther, re-lief', erēat'-ūre, blew (blū) (and blue), çhāişe (shāz), nāve (and knave).
III. Make a list of ten action-words in this piece (words which tell what the objects expressed by the "name-words" do; as, drove, had drowned, seemed, hear, blew, heard, follow).
IV. “Fierce career," threatening, suddenly, halt, alighting, hideous, bitterly, entangled, scarecrow, dangled, ails, spoke, heed, released, lonesome, dwell, checked, nigh, pacified, tavern, host, "duffel gray" (coarse woolen cloth having a thick nap).
V. "A moan, a lamentable sound" (he says moan," and then adds a description of it). "As if the wind blew many ways" (carrying the sound with different degrees of clearness).
XIV.--WHAT ALICE SAID TO THE KITTEN.
1. One thing was certain: that the white kitten had had nothing to do with it; it was the black kitten's fault entirely. For the white kitten had been having its face washed by the old cat for the last quarter of an hour (and bore it pretty well, considering): so you see that it couldn't have had any hand in the mischief.
2. The way Dinah washed her child's face was this: First she held the poor thing down by its ear with one