Nicholas had been there.
In rushed Piccola, sweet, half wild--
Never was seen such a joyful child--
"See what the good saint brought!" she cried,
And mother and father must peep inside.
Now such a story I never heard!
There was a little shivering bird!
A sparrow, that in at the window flew,
Had crept into Piccola's tiny shoe!
"How good poor Piccola must have been!"
She cried, as happy as any queen,
While the starving sparrow she fed and warmed,
And danced with rapture, she was so charmed.
Children, this story I tell to you,
Of Piccola sweet and her bird, is true.
In the far-off land of France, they say,
Still do they live to this very day.
DEFINITIONS:--Dawned, began to grow light. Befall, happen.
Shivering, trembling from cold. Tiny, very small.
THE MOUNTAIN AND THE SQUIRREL.
BY RALPH WALDO EMERSON.
The mountain and the squirrel
Had a quarrel,
And the former called the latter "Little Prig";
Bun replied: "You are doubtless very big;
But all sorts of things and weather
Must be taken in together
To make up a year
And a sphere.
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