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3. But I am not a bird,” said the bat, as he folded his wings close to his sides; “birds don't
' come tumbling down as I did; and besides, don't you see my little, smooth head, and my
ears ? "
Yes, yes,” said the weasel; “I did not notice them at first. I see you are a mouse." So he let him go.
Some time after, the bat took another flight,
and again fell to the ground; and another weasel came out of his hole and caught him. 5. “Pray don't kill me,” said the bat.
* Certainly I shall,” said the weasel; “I kill mice wherever I find them."
But stop a moment,” said the bat, spreading his wings; "I am not a mouse.
. Don't you see my great wings. A mouse can't fly, can it ?" I beg your pardon,” said the weasel; “I did
not know you were a bird. I thought you were a mouse. I see I was mistaken ;” and the bat escaped a second time.
The bat is like the mouse in many things; but his hind legs are weak, and his fore legs are very long. The long hands are mere bones, with a thin skin between them. When the bat spreads them out to fly with, they are like two great fans, or like parts of an umbrella.
The bat flies about at night, and hides in dark places in the daytime. Its habits are as unlike those of the mouse as possible.
knee a' pron
silk'en Grandmamma sits in her quaint arm-chair, Never was lady more sweet and fair. Her gray locks ripple like silver shells; And her own brow its story tells Of a gentle life, a peaceful even, A. trust in God, and a hope in heaven.
Little girl May sits rocking away
Two doll babies her kisses share,
“Say, grandmamma,” says the pretty elf, “Tell me a story about yourself. When you were little, what did you play? Were you good or naughty the whole long day? Was it hundreds and hundreds of years ago? And what makes your soft hair as white as
“Did you have a mamma to hug and kiss ?
Grandmamma smiled at the little maid,
The grandmamma opened the box, and lo!
'Oh! who is it?” cried winsome May; “How I do wish she were here to-day! Wouldn't I love her like everything? Wouldn't I with her frolic and sing? Say, dear grandmamma, who can she be?" “Darling,” said grandmamma, “I was she.”' '
May looked long at the dimpled grace,
kiss, "To have such a dear little grandma as this; Still,” she added, with smiling zest, I think, dear grandma, I like you best."
So May climbed up on the silken knee,
“But the best thing you did,” said May, “don't
Was to grow a beautiful grandma for me.”
The arm-chair was quaint because it was of some odd kind, perhaps the kind they used when the grandmamma was young
“Even” means the same as evening. It means the “close of life" here, just as the evening is the close of the day. The “hope in heaven” means that the grandmamma was looking forward to a more beautiful life than any one could have in this world.
min'is ters in'no cent ac quaint'ed court'iers
fru gal'ity 1. Medio Pollito, a bantam pullet, by labor and frugality once saved a hundred crowns. The king, who is always in want of money, had no sooner heard of it than he sent to borrow them, and Medio Pollito was proud to lend her money to the king.
2. But there came a bad season when she would have been very glad to have it again. She wrote letter after letter to the king and the ministers,