Forest leaves . rteous though puzzled silence the First Reader Class listened toenough of the poetry of the ages to have lifted them as high as , Longfellow, Browning, any one who had seen and writtenof the beauty of bird or growing thing, was pressed into service. Andthen one day Miss Bailey brought her Shelley down and read his Ode tothe Skylark. Now, dont you think thats a pretty thing? she asked. Did youhear how the lark went singing, bright and clear, up and up and up intothe blue sky? FOREST LEA! 15 The children were carefully attentive, as ever, but not
Forest leaves . rteous though puzzled silence the First Reader Class listened toenough of the poetry of the ages to have lifted them as high as , Longfellow, Browning, any one who had seen and writtenof the beauty of bird or growing thing, was pressed into service. Andthen one day Miss Bailey brought her Shelley down and read his Ode tothe Skylark. Now, dont you think thats a pretty thing? she asked. Did youhear how the lark went singing, bright and clear, up and up and up intothe blue sky? FOREST LEA! 15 The children were carefully attentive, as ever, but not Mogilewsky felt that he had alone understood the nature of thisstory. It was meant to amuse : therefore it was polite that one should beamused. Teacher fools, he chuckled. Larks aint singin in skies. How do you know? asked Miss Bailey. Cause we got a lark by our house. Its a from tin lark mit a cover. A tin lark! With a cover! Miss Bailey exclaimed. Are yousure. dear, that you know what you are talking: about?. Teacher, yiss Maan, I know, Morris began deliberately. My papa,he has a lark. Its from tin lark mit a cover. Und its got a handle my papa he takes it all times on the store for buy a lark of beer. Lager beer! Oh. shade of Shelley! groaned Miss Baileys spirit,but aloud she only said: No, my dear. I wasnt reading about lager lark is a little bird. Well. Morris began with renewed confidence. I know what is abird. My auntie she had one from long. She says like that, she wouldgive it to me. but my mamma she says, No, birds is But Iknow what is a bird. He scups on a stick in a cag 16 FOREST LEAVES. S i he does. agreed Miss Bade}-, rightly inferring from Morriss expressive pantomime that to scup was to swing. But sometimes he 5 U] into the sky in the country, as I was reading to you. Were you :n the count: ? What country- asked Morris. Russia? I es lit of Russia. No, not Russia. Not any particular country. Just the open countrywhere the flowers gr
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