He who checks a child with terror,
Stops its play and stills its song,
Not alone commits an error
But a great and grievous wrong.
Give it play, and never fear it;
Active life is no defect.
Never, never break its spirit;
Curb it only to direct.
Would you stop the flowing river,
Thinking it would cease to flow?
Onward in must flow forever;
Better teach it where to go.
[Illustration: Our Pussies' Fan Dance.]
[Illustration: Our Dog Dance.]
[Illustration: Our Round Dance.]
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[Illustration: Our Pussies Reading Childland.]
[Illustration: Our Monkey Learning From Childland.]