Our Story Book: Jingles, Stories and Rhymes for Little Folks. Various

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      Five little frogs were sent to school

      Upon a winter day,

      Their shoes were light and their pinafores white,

      And their hearts were bright and gay;

      And their mother stood by the door to watch,

      And said, “Don't stop to play.”

      So the five little frogs ran merrily off,

      Till they had gone far from home;

      When one said, “Brothers, do as you like,

      But I do not mean to come;

      I don't want to sit in school and croak,

      When in sunshine I can roam.”

      So the four little frogs ran off to school,

      They would not stay to play;

      But their naughty brother turned his head

      And went another way;

      But he knew all the time he was doing wrong,

      So could not feel bright and gay.

      He almost wished he had gone to school,

      When a fat white duck came by,

      And as she was sailing down the brook,

      Little froggy caught her eye;

      So she swallowed him up with a joyful quack,

      And that froggy had to die.

      Still many a mother-frog tells the tale

      Of the sad, sad fate he met,

      As she gathers her little ones by her side,

      And the warning they'll never forget.

      And the four little brothers are all grown up,

      And living in frog-land yet.

      Lucy Hyatt.

The Doings of Dickie and Daisy

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      Dickie and Daisy sat on the grass reading. They had been gardening, and were rather hot.

      “Let's go to the pond,” said Dickie. “Nurse isn't here to say 'don't.'”

      “Let's,” agreed Daisy. She always agreed with Dickie.

      “We'll get father's rod and line, and catch some fish,” said Dickie. So when no one was looking they got the things and ran to the water.

      “You have the rod,” said Dickie, “and I'll have the hook. Don't make a noise or the fish won't come.” They sat quite quiet till there came a big tug at Daisy's rod, so big that it dragged her to the edge of the pond.

      “Oh, Dickie,” she cried, “help me! I b'lieve I've caught a whale!”

      But before Dickie could catch hold of her, in she went. The water ran into her eyes and mouth, and washed her curls quite straight.

      Dickie was dreadfully frightened. He made a grab at her, and she made a grab at him. By the time she was safely on land both were nearly as wet as the other. Father's rod had disappeared.

      “I think we'd better go home,” sobbed Daisy.

      Mother didn't wait to ask questions. She hurried them into nice warm nighties, and popped them into bed. Dickie was soon all right, but Daisy caught a cold. When Dickie got up he put on his spectacles and brought out his watch. He put his fingers on the little thumper in her wrist.

      “You must stay in bed” he said, “and take Lemon Squash. Lemon is good for coughs, so you won't get one, and Squash will squash all the other poorliness out of you.”

      When Father heard he was very cross. He said, “If you go near the pond again I shall buy another kind of rod, and use it too.”

      But they had had enough of water, and didn't enjoy their Saturday tub for a long time.

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