The people came running
from all sides.
"Who is calling for justice?" they cried.
There stood the old horse, chewing on the grapevine.
"Ding-dong! ding-dong!" rang the great bell.
"Whose horse is this?" asked the judges, as they came running up.
Then the story of the old horse was told.
The judges sent for his cruel master.
They ordered that he should build a warm barn, and that the faithful
horse should have the best of hay and grain as long as he lived.
The people shouted for joy at this act of justice, but the miser hung
his head in shame and led the old horse away.
_German Folk Tale_
THE BABY
No shoes to hide her tiny toes,
No stockings on her feet;
Her little ankles white as snow,
Or early blossoms sweet.
Her simple dress of sprinkled pink;
Her tiny, dimpled chin;
Her rosebud lips and bonny mouth
With not one tooth between.
Her eyes so like her mother's own,
Two gentle, liquid things;
Her face is like an angel's face--
We're glad she has no wings.
HUGH MILLER
[Illustration]
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BRUCE AND THE SPIDER
Robert Bruce, King of Scotland, was hiding in a hut in the forest. His
enemies were seeking him far and wide.
Six times he had met them in battle, and six times he had failed.
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