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 _Bow-wow!_
 I will go now
 With my little girl of three;
 I will make a great noise;
 I will frighten the boys,
 For they all fear me;
 Bow-wow! that is just how
 I'll guard my sweet maiden of three.

 _Neigh, neigh!_
 Out of the way
 For my little girl of three!
 I will give her a ride,
 We will canter and glide
 O'er the meadowy lea;
 Neigh, neigh! that's just the way
 I'll help my sweet maiden of three.

A FUNNY FAMILY

There was a little lady she was'nt very big She had a spotted cow ...
Also a spotted pig ... Her dress had dots ... Her dog had lots ... it
was a funny family but oh so very trig

LITTLE BY LITTLE.

When Charley awoke one morning, he looked from the window, and saw the
ground deeply covered with snow.

On the side of the house nearest the kitchen, the snow was piled higher
than Charley's head.

"We must have a path through this snow," said his father. "I would make
one if I had time. But I must be at the office early this morning.

"Do you think you could make the path, my son?" he asked little Charley.

"I? Why, the snow is higher than my head! How could I ever cut a path
through that snow?"

"How? Why, by doing it _little_ by _little_. Suppose you try," said the
father, as he left for his office.

So Charley got the snowshovel and set to work. He threw up first one
shovelful, and then another; but it was slow work.

"I don't think I can do it, mother," he said. "A shovelful is so little,
and there is such a heap of snow."

"Little by little, Charley," said his mother. "That snow fell in tiny
bits, flake by flake, but you see what a great pile it has made."

"Yes, mother, I see," said Charley. "If I throw it away little by
little, it will soon be gone."

So he worked on.

When his father came home to dinner, he was pleased to see the fine
path. The next day he gave little Charley a fine blue sled, and on it
was painted in yellow letters, "Little by Little."

 [Illustration: "SAFETY FIRST"]

#LITTLE STORIES =that= GROW BIG#

TO MOTHER:

This is the kind of stories that the kindergartners call "cumulative,"
or "repetitive." They keep repeating and then adding to themselves until
they are quite long. The repetition helps the children memorize them,
and adding to them holds the children's attention and interest.

You will find these very useful to read and teach to the little ones.

 THE EDITORS.

THE HOUSE THAT JACK BUILT

 This is the house that Jack built.
 This is the malt
 That lay in the house that Jack built.

 This is the rat,
 That ate the malt,
 That lay in the house that Jack built.

 This is the cat,
 That killed the rat,
 That ate the malt,
 That lay in the house that Jack built.

 This is the dog,
 That worried the cat,
 That killed the rat,
 That ate the malt,
 That lay in the house that Jack built.

 This is the cow with crumpled horn,
 That tossed the dog,
 That worried the cat,
 That killed the rat,
 That ate the malt,
 That lay in the house that Jack built.

 This is the maiden all forlorn,
 That milked the cow with crumpled horn,
 That tossed the dog,
 That worried the cat,
 That killed the rat,
 That ate the malt,
 That lay in the house that Jack built.

 This is the man all tattered and torn,
 That kissed the maiden all forlorn,
 That milked the cow with crumpled horn,
 That tossed the dog,
 That worried the cat,
 That killed the rat,
 That ate the malt,
 That lay in the house that Jack built.

 This is the priest all shaven and shorn,
 That married the man all tattered and torn,
 That kissed the maiden all forlorn,
 That milked the cow with crumpled horn,
 That tossed the dog,
 That worried the cat,
 That killed the rat,
 That ate the malt,
 That lay in the house that Jack built.

 This is the cock that crowed in the morn,
 That waked the priest all shaven and shorn,
 That married the man all tattered and torn,
 That kissed the maiden all forlorn,
 That milked the cow with crumpled horn,
 That tossed the dog,
 That worried the cat,
 That killed the rat,
 That ate the malt,
 That lay in the house that Jack built.

 This is the farmer sowing his corn,
 That kept the cock that crowed in the morn,
 That waked the priest all shaven and shorn,
 That married the man all tattered and torn,
 That kissed the maiden all forlorn,
 That milked the cow with crumpled horn,
 That tossed the dog,
 That worried the cat,
 That killed the rat,
 That ate the malt,
 That lay in the house that Jack built.

GIANT THUNDER BONES

 I
 This is Giant
 Thunder Bones.

 II
 This is the Dwarf with anxious looks
 Who guarded the castle and kept the books
 For Giant Thunder Bones.

 III
 This is the Gnome with beard so gray
 Who digged for gems all night and day
 To please the Dwarf with anxious looks
 Who guarded the castle and kept the books
 For Giant Thunder Bones.

 IV
 This is the Princess of Wandeltreg
 Who, while playing a game of Mumblepeg,
 Was caught by the Gnome with beard so gray
 Who digged for gems all night and day
 To please the Dwarf with anxious looks
 Who guarded the castle and kept the books
 For Giant Thunder Bones.

 V
 This is the Prince so brave and so grand
 Who sailed over sea and rode over land
 Till he found the Princess of Wandeltreg
 Who, while playing a game of Mumblepeg,
 Was caught by the Gnome with beard so gray
 Who digged for gems all night and day
 To please the Dwarf with anxious looks
 Who guarded the castle and kept the books
 For Giant Thunder Bones.

 VI
 This is the Goblin with fingers so frail
 Who hopped with ease over mountain and dale
 As he chased the Prince so brave and so grand
 Who sailed over sea and rode over land
 Till he found the Princess of Wandeltreg
 Who, while playing a game of Mumblepeg,
 Was caught by the Gnome with beard so gray
 Who digged for gems all night and day
 To please the Dwarf with anxious looks
 Who guarded the castle and kept the books
 For Giant Thunder Bones.

 VII
 This is the Witch with Broomstick and Cat
 Who sputtered and snarled and shook her tall hat
 When she missed the Goblin with fingers so frail
 Who hopped with ease over mountain and dale
 As he chased the Prince so brave and so grand
 Who sailed over sea and rode over land
 Till he found the Princess of Wandeltreg
 Who, while playing a game of Mumblepeg,
 Was caught by the Gnome with beard so gray
 Who digged for gems all night and day
 To please the Dwarf with anxious looks
 Who guarded the castle and kept the books
 For Giant Thunder Bones.

 VIII
 And last comes the Kobold who slept while 'twas light
 And did all the housework in the dead of the night
 To worry the Witch with Broomstick and Cat
 Who sputtered and snarled and shook her tall hat
 When she missed the Goblin with fingers so frail
 Who hopped with ease over mountain and dale
 As he chased the Prince so brave and so grand
 Who sailed over sea and rode over land
 Till he found the Princess of Wandeltreg
 Who, while playing a game of Mumblepeg,
 Was caught by the Gnome with beard so gray
 Who digged for gems all night and day
 To please the Dwarf with anxiou

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