The Beacon Second Reader Part 6

"Let her try it," said the prince.

At once the little gla.s.s slipper was fitted to the tiny foot.

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Then Cinderella stood up; her ragged clothes turned into a beautiful silk dress, and there were two little slippers on her two little feet.

Then the prince knew that Cinderella was the one he had danced with at the ball, and taking her hand, he led her out to his coach.

Soon they were married and lived happily ever after.

_English Fairy Tale_

RAINDROPS

Oh, where do you come from, You little drops of rain, Pitter-patter, pitter-patter, Down the windowpane?

Tell me, little raindrops, Is that the way you play?

Pitter-patter, pitter-patter, All the rainy day?

I sit here at the window; I've nothing else to do; Oh, I wish that I could play, This rainy day, with you!

The little raindrops cannot speak, But "pitter-patter-pat"

Means, "We can play on this side, Why can't you play on that?"

ANN HAWKSHAWE

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THE FOUR FRIENDS--I

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Once upon a time a man had a donkey.

His donkey had worked for him many years.

At last the donkey grew so old that he was no longer of any use for work, and his master wished to get rid of him.

The donkey, fearing he might be killed, ran away.

He took the road to Bremen, where he had often heard the street band playing.

He liked music, so he thought he might join the band.

He had not gone far when he came upon an old dog.

The dog was panting, as if he had been running a long way.

"Why are you panting, my friend?" asked the donkey.

"Ah," said the dog, "I am too old for the hunt. My master wished to have me killed. So I ran away. But how I am to find bread and meat, I do not know."

"Well," said the donkey, "come with me. I am going to play in the band at Bremen. I think you and I can easily earn a living by music. I can play the lute, and you can play the kettledrum."

The dog was quite willing, and so they be walked on.

They had not gone far when they saw a cat sitting in a yard.

He looked as sad as three days of rainy weather.

"What's the matter with you, old Tom?" asked the donkey.

"You would be sad, too," said the cat, "if you were in my place; for now that I am getting old and cannot catch mice, they wish to drown me. I have run away, but how I am going to live, I do not know."

"Come with us to Bremen," said the donkey. "We are going to play in the band.

I know you love music, as you sing so well at night. You too can join the band."

"That is just what I should like to do," said the cat.

So the donkey, the dog, and the cat all walked on together.

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After a time the three came to a farmyard.

There on the gate sat a c.o.c.k, crying "c.o.c.k-a-doodle-doo" with all his might.

"Why are you making so much noise?" asked the donkey.

"Ah," said the c.o.c.k, "I find I must have my head cut off so that I may serve as a dinner for Monday. I'm crowing as hard as I can while my head is still on."

"Come with us, old Red Comb," said the donkey. "We are going to Bremen to join the band. You have a fine voice. You can join, too."

"Ah," said the c.o.c.k, "that is just what I should like to do."

And they all went on their way to Bremen.

THE FOUR FRIENDS--II