The Gordon Readers: New series. Primer, [First-fifth reader]

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D.C. Heath, 1917 - Readers
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Page 97 - This textbook may be borrowed for two weeks, with the privilege of renewing it once. A fine of five cents a day is incurred by failure to return a book on the date when it is due. The Education Library is open from 9 to 5 daily except Saturday when it closes at 12.30.
Page 30 - THE SWING How do you like to go up in a swing, Up in the air so blue? Oh, I do think it the pleasantest thing Ever a child can do! Up in the air and over the wall, Till I can see so wide, Rivers and trees and cattle and all Over the countryside — Till I look down on the garden green, Down on the roof so brown — Up in the air I go flying again, Up in the air and down!
Page 37 - Come, little leaves," said the wind one day, " Come o'er the meadows with me, and play ; Put on your dresses of red and gold, — Summer is gone and the days grow cold.
Page 24 - What does little birdie say In her nest at peep of day ? Let me fly, says little birdie, Mother, let me fly away. Birdie, rest a little longer, Till the little wings are stronger. So she rests a little longer, Then she flies away. What does little baby say, In her bed at peep of day ? Baby says, like little birdie, Let me rise and fly away.
Page 64 - ONCE I saw a little bird Come hop, hop, hop ; So I cried, little bird, Will you stop, stop, stop? And was going to the window To say, how do you do ? But he shook his little tail, And far away he flew.
Page 52 - Little Bo-peep has lost her sheep, And can't tell where to find them ; Leave them alone, and they'll come home, Wagging their tails behind them.
Page 50 - Sleep, baby, sleep! Thy father watches his sheep ; Thy mother is shaking the dreamland tree, And down comes a little dream on thee. Sleep, baby, sleep] Sleep, baby, sleep ! The large stars are the sheep, The little stars are the lambs, I guess, And the gentle moon is the shepherdess. Sleep, baby, sleep ! Sleep, baby, sleep!
Page 29 - The other named Jill Fly away Jack, Fly away Jill Come back Jack, Come back Jill 23.
Page 18 - Little Robin Redbreast sat upon a tree, Up went Pussy cat, and down went he ; Down came Pussy cat, and away Robin ran ; Says little Robin Redbreast,

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