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Set to the north wind like a sail.
It came to pass, our little lass,
Half lost within her boots, her head
She dropped for bird and beast forlorn
Don't be afraid, we all are good;
0 Thou whose care is over all,
Som'bêr, black; flèck, speck, or streak; crest'ed (krěs'těd), having a tuft of feathers on the head; pois'ing, balancing; a lert' (a lûrt'), ready, lively; plăid, checkered cloth; floun' dēred, moved with difficulty; be spoke', addressed; cult'ured (kůl'), educated, mature; põl'ish, refinement; sẽn ti měn'tal, unreal.
Describe the scene presented in the first paragraph.
What did “our little lass” think the jays and the crow and the squirrel were doing?
Tell what she did.
Read the two lines that tell how the grown woman may “make good the promise of Red Riding-Hood.”
THE CROW'S CHILDREN
(Dramatized from the poem by Phæbe Cary) (Assign the parts: Huntsman and Old Crow. Give the Huntsman a pointer to carry for a gun, and a string, with pieces of paper attached, to represent the string of crows. Have the Crow stand on the corner of the teacher's desk, or on a chair.) (Huntsman walks across the front of the room, whistling, and Old Crow
caws from the withered tree.) SCHOOL:
A huntsman bearing his gun afield,
Went whistling merrily;
Call out from a withered tree.
You are going to kill the thievish birds,
And I would if I were you;
Whatever else you do.
I'm only going to kill the birds
That are eating up my crop;
Be sure they 'll have to stop.
Oh, my children
Are the best ones ever born;
Would steal a grain of corn.
But how shall I know which ones they are?
Do they resemble you?
flew. (Huntsman walks away, whistling,
and fires his gun by saying “Bang” many times in a
short, sharp way.) SCHOOL: So off went the sportsman,
whistling, And off, too, went his gun; And its startling echoes never
ceased Again till the day was done. And the Old Crow sat un
troubled. Cawing away in her nook; For she said: OLD CROW: He 'll never kill my birds, Since I told him how they
look. Now there's the hawk, my
neighbor, She 'll see what she will
see, soon; And that saucy whistling
blackbird May have to change his
(Huntsman comes home with a string of crows hanging down his back.) SCHOOL:
When, lo! she saw the hunter
Taking his homeward track
Hanging down his back.
What in the world have you done?
And you 've killed them every one.
Why, I found them in my corn;
As any that ever were born!”
Get out of my sight, you stupid! SCHOOL:
Said the angriest of crows. OLD CROW:
How good and fair her children are,
There's none but a parent knows. HUNTSMAN:
Ah! I see! I see!
But not as you do, quite. SCHOOL:
It takes a mother to be so blind
She can't tell black from white!