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to throw off the covers and look out. You will be very beautiful by and by if you wait.”

10. “My good friend, you seem to know everything," said baby Calla. “Perhaps you will tell me your name."

Indeed I will! It is Glow Worm."

That is rather a pretty name. Do you always carry a lamp with you ? "

11. “Yes, always. But it burns brightest in damp places. Now I must be going Good by.”

Sometimes a small army of tiny creatures would tramp past her, but it was too dark for her to see them.

12. Once baby Calla tried to follow a huge beetle, but the heavy covers settled back so quickly that she could not get on.

But soon she found a new and strange feeling swelling within her bosom. Then a voice which seemed to be the voice of God, said, “ Arise, my child, for it is morning!”

13. And, as she lifted her head above the brown coverlet, lo! the plain wrapper she had worn so long unclasped itself from about her neck, and slipped off.

14. Then she was in the light again. how lovely it is !” she said.

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Oh, She looked about her and saw so many things that she quite forgot herself. But when she remembered to look, she stood bathed in the beautiful sunlight, robed in the finest green satin, with diamonds on her bosom. 15. And she grew, and grew, fairer and fairer, taller and

more stately, until the dear little glow-worm's light could no longer shine upon her face.

16. Then the gardener came one day, and with his trowel lifted her and placed her in a lovely vessel of gold and silver. After this

she was carried to the palace of the good little princess Lightheart.

And the dear princess Lightheart called her Calla Lily.



Tell what things the words below stand for or name: pil'low


blank'et sat'in gar'den er trow'el lan'tern di'a monds cover let


ves'sel Thus: A lantern is a kind of lamp that can be used out of doors.

This lantern was the glow-worm's light.

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read'y Think of the flowers that are waiting to grow

Under the snow. And think what hosts of queer little seeds, – Of flowers and mosses, of ferns and weeds, Are under the leaves and under the snow

Waiting to grow.

Think of the roots getting ready to sprout,
Reaching their slender brown fingers about
Under the ice and the leaves and the snow,

Waiting to grow.

Only a month or a few weeks more
Will they have to wait behind that door,
Listen and watch and wait below

Waiting to grow.

Nothing so small or hidden so well
That God will not find it, and presently tell
His sun where to shine and his rain where to

go, Helping them grow.


Name months for growing and months for waiting.

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1. Myra's home is in the far South. It is always summer there.

She can go out of doors for a walk with Maumer, her nurse, on the coldest days of the year without mittens or a hood.

At Christmas time she can have a chase with Fido on the clean bright grass in the park, and not feel a bit cold.

2. She can find plenty of wild flowers whenever she has a mind to search for them.

From the trees in her father's grove she can pluck the sweetest oranges. Yet this little Southern girl prizes a nice red apple more than she does a whole apronful of ripe oranges.

Myra's nurse is a faithful negress. Nurse's mother was a house-servant in the family of Myra's grandmother, and a slave.

3. So Nurse Maumer was once a little slave girl. But when her freedom was given her, she begged that she might remain in the service of the family she loved. And so in time she came to be Myra's nurse.

She is kind-hearted and trusty, and Myra's good papa has given her the charge of his little girl on a journey to Detroit.

Myra has an auntie living at Detroit. Mr. Hall, who has been at the South, looking after his orange-groves there, is going with them.

4. The mocking-birds are singing when she starts, and the woods and fields are sweet with blossoms. Roses bloom in the gardens, and strawberries and cream have been on their breakfast-table for many weeks.

It is not yet light when the train glides slowly into the long depot at Detroit.

5. Myra has to pull her eyes open with her chubby fingers when the man in charge of the sleeping-coach comes to tell her that they have arrived.

She is wrapped in thick shawls, and taken in a cab to her Aunt Kate's house, which is on Fort Street. In the nicely warmed rooms she does not dream of the keen, cold weather outside.

As soon as it is light her aunt throws open the blind in the pretty breakfast-room, and asks her little guest to come and look.

6. Myra gazes in wonder. “O Auntie!” she cries, “where did all that

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