She heard the merry sleigh-bells ring,
And to the door come clattering;
But Jennie could not go to ride
In night-clothes by her father's side.
And glad was she, as you may guess,
The next day to put on her dress;
She ran and told her mother then
She never would do so again.
THE SPIDER.
[Illustration]
Don't kill the spider, little Fred,
But come and stand by me,
And watch him spin that slender thread,
Which we can hardly see.
How patiently, now up, now down,
He brings that tiny line!
He never stops, but works right on,
And weaves his web so fine.
You could not make a thread so small,
If you should try all day;
So never hurt him, dear, at all,
But spare him in your play.
[Illustration]
MORNING HYMN.
[Illustration: Letter N.]
Now a new day just begun,
I'll try to spend it well;
That I may have, when eveningcomes,
No naughty deeds to tell.
So through my life may every day
Be better than the past;
That God may take me, when I die,
To live in heaven at last.
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