eat an acorn too much.

8. I do not love little girls who eat too much. Do you, my little readers?

9. I do not think they have such rosy cheeks, or such bright eyes, or such
sweet, happy tempers as those who eat less.

LESSON LVIII.

lend Sa'rah com'fort a shamed' your wil'ling

thim'ble else'where us'ing bor'row of fend'ed de pend'ed

A PLACE FOR EVERYTHING.

Mary. I wish you would lend me your thimble,
Sarah. I can never find my own.

Sarah. Why is it, Mary, you can never find it?

Mary. How can I tell? But if you will not lend me
yours, I can borrow one elsewhere.

Sarah. I am willing to lend mine to you, Mary.
But I would very much like to know why you come
to me to borrow so often.

[Illustration: Two girls seated, talking.]

Mary. Because you never lose any of your things,
and always know where to find them.

Sarah. And why do I always know where to find my things?

Mary. I do not know why, I am sure. If I did
know, I might sometimes find my own.

Sarah. I will tell you the secret. I have a place for
everything, and I put everything in its place when I
have done using it.

Mary. O Sarah! who wants to run and put away a
thing as soon as she has used it, as if her life
depended upon it?

Sarah. Our life does not depend upon it, but our
comfort does, surely. How much more time will it
take to put a thing in its place, than to hunt for it or
to borrow whenever you want to use it ?

Mary. Well, Sarah, I will never borrow of you
again, you may depend upon it.

Sarah. You are not offended with me, I hope.

Mary. No, but I am ashamed. Before night, I will
have a place for everything, and then I will keep
everything in its place. You have taught me a lesson
that I shall remember.

LESSON LIX.

con'stant lead'ing ear lull didst meek

hark thee none mild thine nurse

ease thy re joice' fret'ful

[Illustration: Mother rocking daughter.]

MY MOTHER.

[Illustration: Script Exercise:

Hark! My mother's voice I hear,
Sweet that voice is to my ear;
Ever soft, it seems to tell,
Dearest child, I love thee well.

Love me, mother? Yes, I know
None can love so well as thou.
Was it not upon thy breast
I was taught to sleep and rest?

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