The Kindergarten magazine . o has not had the privilege of special training inmusic, Delsarte, stories, games, or contact with beautifulchildren. Share with such, of your precious store. It is liditoriiil Notes. 795 not luccssary lo sccni cither sclf-conccitcd or bif,otcd: butin simple, strjiij^htforward sinccrily. be helpful. 11 \our Summer lakes you to a small villaj^c or suburbor the farm homestead, make friends with the ch) not stand on ceremon\. lie a chikl with stories, play frames, and above all else interest them inthe free life of nature all about them. This co
The Kindergarten magazine . o has not had the privilege of special training inmusic, Delsarte, stories, games, or contact with beautifulchildren. Share with such, of your precious store. It is liditoriiil Notes. 795 not luccssary lo sccni cither sclf-conccitcd or bif,otcd: butin simple, strjiij^htforward sinccrily. be helpful. 11 \our Summer lakes you to a small villaj^c or suburbor the farm homestead, make friends with the ch) not stand on ceremon\. lie a chikl with stories, play frames, and above all else interest them inthe free life of nature all about them. This communionwith the children antl out of thjors. will you the s|)iritof Froebcl. TiiKKK is no reason why Kinderj^artners may not beknown all over the lantl In- the blessed sNUipathy and un-j^rud^ed coiiperation which their daily work demands theysJiall practice. Let the title Kinder^artner never be(lualitkd by such adjectives as narrow, sonliil. , orbej^rud^in^. (iive, and, by freely ^ivin^, ^A\i\ tenfold In Summer the burning sun beats down on the whitemarble dust of the Italian roads, but the forests on thewestern mountain slopes are cool and dim. The wind stirsthe long grass, and the shadows of the leaves tremble. Ifone walks there alone and there is no hard thought in hisheart, he learns strange things. There are strange thingsin the hearts of trees. Long, long ago, a shoot of maple grew in this was small and poor; you might have cut it off to make awhistle to mock birds with, not knowing the sweet dreamsthat can live in the heart of a maple. Still she could notsay herself what she dreamed. When the wind came brushing through in the morning,whispering, What will you choose? what is your dream?all the trees, with their wishes ready, broke in soft clamors:I would hel)) build a palace! I a temple! Where a kingtreads! A pilgrims staff! A shrine! A wayside cross! The wind said Ah! and caressed them all, markingthe one that did not speak. Day after d
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