Brooks's Readers: First Year Part 13

Did you ever hear it?

Oh, yes. Shall I sing it to you?

"Home, home, sweet, sweet home!

Be it ever so humble, There is no place like home."

Now, is not that a pretty song?

 

Every child loves to sing it.

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THE TREES

See all the trees, Robert.

Can you count them?

No, Ned, there are so many.

I can not count them all.

I like to walk through the woods.

I like to see the tall trees.

Some of these trees are large.

Some are small.

What are trees good for, Robert?

Tell me all about them.

They are good for wood.

We build houses of wood.

Oh, yes; I know.

Tables and chairs are made of wood.

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The baby's cradle is made of wood.

My blocks are made of wood.

So is my little wagon.

So is the boat my father made for me.

The birds like the tall trees.

They build nests in the branches.

Many flowers grow in the woods.

Rabbits live and play there.

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Jack sailor sea waves storm

THE SAILOR BOY

Here is a sailor boy. His name is Jack.

Jack's home is by the sea.

He loves the sea.

He likes to play in the sand.

Jack likes to hear the waves.

They sing him to sleep at night.

Sometimes there is a storm at sea.

Then the wind and the waves roar.

Jack likes to hear them roar.

He likes to see the big waves.

Sometimes Jack sails out with his father.

They go out in a boat to catch fish.

The wind blows the white sails.

The boat sails far away.

At night they come home.

How many fish did you catch, Jack?

How far did you go? What did you see?

Is not Jack a fine sailor boy?

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REVIEW

Where do you live, Grace?

I live at home, sir.

I live with mother and father.

Where do the robins live?

They live in the old tree in the woods.

The tree is their home.

Where do fishes live?

Some live in the brook, some in the sea.

What has wings but can not fly?

I think it must be a little chicken.

What can fly but has no wings?

I know, I know. It is Ned's kite.

What runs all day but has no feet?

It must be the clock in our room.

I think it is the brook.

Oh, no, it is a train of cars.

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