The New McGuffey First Reader by W. H. McGuffey (fiction book recommendations TXT) 📖

It is then that we play in

the woods and by the sea.

winter north ice snow brings short shiver

When winter comes, the days are

short and the nights are long.

Then the cold north wind blows

over the fields and woods.

It blows over the meadow and

the river and the high hills.

It brings snow and ice.

It makes our hands and faces

cold. We do not like the north

wind.

All children are happy when winter

comes. They like to see the

snow. They like to play on the ice.

They do not care if the north

wind does make them shiver. Those

who are dressed warm do not feel

the cold very much.

Sometimes the snow is so deep

they can not go to school.

In the evening, they sit in the

warm house and read and play.

room window white story show

It is very cold to day, but the

snow is not deep. All the boys

and girls are at school.

The school room is warm and

bright, and the children are happy.

You can see them at their places

in the school room.

They look out of the window and

see the snow falling. How soft and

white it is!

The teacher has been showing the

children some pictures in her new

book. Now she is telling them a

story that is found in it.

The children look and listen.

They do not think how cold it is

out of doors.

go ing com ing sing ing -ing

fall ing tell ing show ing -ing

clock minute call things

hour round tick tack

Can you tell what time it

is? Look at the clock, and

then tell me.

The clock has a round face.

It has two hands.

We call the long hand the

minute hand, for it tells the

minutes.

We call the short hand the hour

hand, for it tells the hours.

How many hours are there in a

day? How many minutes in an hour?

If you listen, you can hear what the

clock says. Tick, tack, tick, tack.

Our clock at school tells us many

things. It tells us when to work

and when to play.

SONG OF THE CLOCK.

[Musical notation omitted.]

Tick, tack, tick, tack, tick, tack, tick, tack, Little clock

saves

me all care. Tick, tack, tick, tack, tick, tack, tick, tack,

Tells me when the right hours are, For eating, for sleeping,

for play and all, For rising and bathing, it sounds the call;

Beat by beat with forward, back, Ever tick and ever tack.

REVIEW.

ship brown made sand meadow

sheep brother make soft window

shells brings wake sail minute

shall bloom fade wind winter

should blow face wake summer

shade horn stay wish teacher

those short steep white sister

these north asleep each brother

things hour feel obey every

TO BE MEMORIZED.

Children who may read my lay,

This much I have to say;

Each day and every day

Do what is right.

Right things in great or small;

Then, though the sky should fall,

Sun, moon, and stars and all,

You shall have light.