information about the pictures and preparing
the lessons for the teachers just as I would give them myself to
pupils of their grade.

My plan does not include many pictures during the year, as this is to
be only a part of the art work and is not intended to take the place
of drawing.

The lessons in this grade are planned for the usual drawing period of
from twenty to thirty minutes, and have been given in that time
successfully.

FLORA L. CARPENTER

[Illustration: FEEDING HER BIRDS]

STORIES PICTURES TELL

FEEDING HER BIRDS

=Original Picture:= Lille Museum, Lille, France.
=Artist:= Jean Francois Millet (zhaeN fraeN'swae'' m[=e]'l[)e]'').
=Birthplace:= Gruchy, France.
=Dates:= Born, 1814; died, 1875.

=Questions to arouse interest.= What do you see in this picture? What
are the children doing? Where do they live? On what are they sitting?
Whom can you see behind the house? What is he doing? What do you think
the children were doing before their mother called them? why? What
does the hen expect? What else do you see in the picture? What time of
day do you think it is? Why is this picture called "Feeding Her
Birds"? How many like it? why?

=The story of the picture.= In a tiny white cottage in a little
village in France, lived a painter with his wife and nine children.
This painter's name was Jean Francois Millet, and although quite poor
his was a very happy family. Nearly every morning the father worked
hard in his garden behind the house, and every afternoon in a queer
little old room he called his studio. Here he painted beautiful
pictures of places and people he saw and loved. Almost all of his
pictures are of the country and of people who worked, because he knew
most about them and because he loved them best.

Sometimes he finished his work in the garden very early, and then he
was glad, for he liked better to paint than to do anything else in the
world.

One day when he looked out through the window of his studio he saw a
much prettier picture than the one he was painting. He saw three of his
children sitting in a row on the doorstep, while the mother fed broth to
each of them in turn from a wooden spoon. As they crowded close together
they reminded him of some little birds he had been watching that
morning. You know how little birds open their bills and crowd toward the
edge of the nest when the mother bird feeds them? Millet thou