Cobwebs to catch flies : $b or, Dialogues in short sentences adapted to children from the age of three to eight yearsLovechild, Mrs.
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Cobwebs to catch flies : $b or, Dialogues in short sentences adapted to children from the age of three to eight years
Lovechild, Mrs.
Children -- Conduct of life -- Juvenile literature; Dialogues; Natural history -- Juvenile literature; Readers (Primary)
_Miss._ I like sheep, they look so mild; when I went home I had a
great deal to tell my sister. She did not know that a lamb was a young
sheep.
_Woman._ How could she, my dear, till she was told?—_you_ would not
have known, if you had not been told.
_Miss._ I told her that we cut the wool off the backs of the sheep, and
wore it. I told her how I had seen the lambs frisk and jump. I told her
that I had seen you milk, and make cheese;—she did not know that cream
came off the milk!
_Woman._ Did _you_ know when you came to me?
_Miss._ No—I did not.
_Woman._ You cannot know what you are not taught.
_Miss._ Tell me more, and when I go home I will tell my sister.
_Woman._ Come with me and we will talk; and I will show you the cow and
her calf.
[Illustration: Cow]
[Illustration: Child reading]
THE KIND BROTHER.
_Boy._ Where is _James_.
_Lady._ He is in the house; you may go to him there.
_Boy._ If you please, I like to stay here.
_Lady._ What shall we do?
_Boy._ I wish to have my knife and a stick; then with this small piece
of board I will make a chair for _Jane’s_ doll.
_Lady._ That will please Miss _Jane_; that piece will do for a couch;
you might stuff it with wool.
_Boy._ I wish I could; pray will you teach me how to do it?
_Lady._ If you make the frame well, I will stuff it for you.
_Boy._ Thank you; I think _Jane_ will dance for joy.
_Lady._ She does not dream of such a nice chair; stay, this is the
right way to cut it; you must not notch it so.
_Boy._ I think I hear _Jane’s_ voice; I would not have her come till it
is done. Will she thank me?
_Lady._ Yes, sure; she ought to thank you.
_Boy._ Why does she sleep in the day?
_Lady._ She is a babe—you slept at noon, when you were so young.
_Boy._ Now I do not sleep till night. I hear my ducks; what do you
quack for?—May I fetch them some bread? Here is a crust which I left;
pray may I give it to them?
_Lady._ If it be clean, some poor child would be glad of it; that is a
large piece—We will give chaff to the ducks.
_Boy._ This bread is made of wheat; wheat grows in the earth; wheat is
a grain. I am to see _Tom_ bind a sheaf: and when _Tom_ goes home to
shear his sheep, I am to see him. He will throw them in a pond: plunge
them in! Our cloth is made of wool; how can they weave cloth, and how
can they stain it? How light this chair will be! it will not weigh much.
_Lady._ Who heard the clock; I meant to count it. I left my watch in my
room.
_Boy._ Why did you leave it?
_Lady._ The chain was broken last night.
_Boy._ I like to have my couch of _green_. _Jane_ loves green. What do
you call this?
_Lady._ A blush, or faint bloom; some call it bloom of peach; it is
near white. That is quite white.
_Boy._ May I sit on the grass? I love to sit in the shade, and read my
book.
_Lady._ The earth is as dry as a floor now.
_Boy._ If I could reach those sweet peas I would get some seed; they
are such nice round balls. _Jane_ likes them to play with.
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