me rabbits are as white as
snow, some are black, and others
have white and black spots.
What soft, kind eyes they have.
]

LESSON LV.

bush cun'ning place show find bro'ken

o'ver bring a'gain (a gen') fas'ten (fas' n )

[Illustration: Boy and girl looking over a fence in woods.]

"Come here, Rose. Look down into this bush."

"O Willie! a bird's nest! What cunning, little eggs! May we take it, and
show it to mother? "

"What would the old bird do, Rose, if she should come back and not find
her nest?"

"Oh, we would bring it right back, Willie!"

"Yes; but we could not fasten it in its place again. If the wind should
blow it over, the eggs would get broken."

LESSON LVI.

strong round dry bill worked

sends claws flit God spring

"How does the bird make the nest so strong, Willie?"

"The mother bird has her bill and her claws to work with, but she would
not know how to make the nest if God did not teach her. Do you see what it
is made of?"

"Yes, Willie, I see some horse-hairs and some dry grass. The old bird must
have worked hard to find all the hairs, and make them into such a pretty,
round nest."

"Shall we take the nest, Rose?"

"Oh no, Willie! We must not take it; but we will come and look at it
again, some time."

SLATE WORK.

[Illustration: Script Exercise:

God made the little birds to sing,
And flit from tree to tree;
'Tis He who sends them in the spring
To sing for you and me.
]

LESSON LVII.

feathers a go' fly worm crumb feed'ing

ug'ly off feed brown guess things

[Illustration: Boy and girl examining bird's nest.]

"Willie, when I was feeding the birds just now, a little brown bird flew
away with a crumb in its bill."

"Where did it go, Rose?"

"I don't know; away off, somewhere."

"I can guess where, Rose. Don't you know the nest we saw some days ago?
What do you think is in it now?"

"O Willie, I know! Some little brown birds. Let us go and see them."

"All right; but we must not go too near. There! I just saw the old bird
fly out of the bush. Stand here, Rose. Can you see?"

"Why, Willie, what ugly little things! What big mouths they have, and no
feathers!"

"Keep still, Rose. Here comes the old bird with a worm in her bill. How
hard she must work to feed them all!"

LESSON LVIII.

fallin'g counts woes nigh be gun' gri