At last she took a piece of dough as small as the head of a pin. Even

this, when it was baked, was as large and as fine as the others. So

the old lady put all the cakes on the shelf and offered the old man a

crust of dry bread.

The old man only looked at her, and before the old lady could wink, he

was gone.

The old lady thought a great deal about what she had done. She knew it

was very wrong.

“I wish I were a bird,” she said; “I would fly to him with the largest

cake I have.”

As she spoke, she felt herself growing smaller and smaller. Suddenly

the wind picked her up and carried her up the chimney.

When she came out she still had on her red bonnet and black dress. You

could see her white apron with the big bows. But she was a bird, just

as she had wished to be.

She was a wise bird, and at once she began to pick her food out of the

hard wood of a tree. As people saw her at work, they called her the

red-headed woodpecker.

_Tuesday_

Have the children tell the story of the red-headed woodpecker.

_Wednesday_

Have the children play the story of the woodpecker as a game.

_Thursday_

Write the word _woodpecker_.

_Friday_

Write: _The Woodpecker has a red head._

SECOND WEEK

_Monday_

Have the children write the words omitted:

Old ---- Hubbard

Went to the ---- board

To get her poor ---- a bone.

But when she got ----,

The ---- board was bare,

And so the poor ---- had none.

_Tuesday_

Have the children give orally all the words they can think of that

rhyme with _dog_. Write these in a list on the blackboard, and use them

for drills in phonics.

_Wednesday_

Have the date and the word _December_ written by the children.

_Thursday_

To be committed to memory:

WHAT MAKES CHRISTMAS

Little wishes on white wings,

Little gifts--such tiny things--

Just one little heart that sings,

Make a Merry Christmas.

--_Dorothy Howe_

_Friday_

Have the children write: _Merry Christmas._

THIRD WEEK

_Monday_

To be recited by the teacher and acted out by the children, as a game:

WHEN SANTA CLAUS COMES

Merrily, merrily, merrily, O,

The reindeer prances across the snow;

We hear their tinkling silver bells,

Whose merry music softly tells

Old Santa Claus is coming.

Merrily, merrily, merrily, O,

The evergreens in the woodland grow;

They rustle gently in the breeze;

O, don’t you think the Christmas trees

Know Santa Claus is coming?

Merrily, merrily, merrily, O,

We’ve hung our stockings in a row;

Into our beds we softly creep,

Just shut our eyes and go to sleep--

And wait--for Santa Claus is coming.

--_Selected_

_Tuesday_

Story for oral reproduction:

BABY BUNTING’S FIRST CHRISTMAS

Baby Bunting was ten months old before she had a Christmas. When the

first Christmas came, she didn’t know what it meant. When she saw the

tree all covered with candles and apples and little baskets of candy,

she smiled, and then laughed, and then crowed out loud. She shook her

fat hands at the pretty sight, while Father and Mother and Sister Nora

danced around her baby carriage.

Then they began to take the presents off the tree. There was a fine

clock for Mother and a pair of slippers for Father. Sister Nora had a

beautiful doll.

Baby Bunting herself had a warm little muff, some dainty socks, a pair

of baby shoes, some picture books, and so many presents besides that

it would take too long to tell about them all.

Sister Nora was happy with her big wax doll. She named her Sally

Bunting, and brought her to the carriage to make a call on her sister

Baby Bunting.

Baby was so pleased at this, that she almost talked. It seemed to Nora

as if she really did talk to Sally. Perhaps Sally, the baby doll,

could hear this talk better than anyone else.

I am sure Baby Bunting was saying that this was the best Christmas she

had seen in ten months.

--_Adapted_

_Wednesday_

Have the children tell the story of “Baby Bunting’s First Christmas.”

_Thursday_

To be committed to memory:

CHRISTMAS SECRETS

Secrets big and secrets small,

On the eve of Christmas.

Such keen ears has every wall,

That we whisper, one and all,

On the eve of Christmas.

Secrets upstairs, secrets down,

On the eve of Christmas.

Papa brings them from the town,

Wrapped in papers, stiff and brown,

On the eve of Christmas.

But the secret best of all,

On the eve of Christmas,

Steals right down the chimney tall,

Fills our stockings one and all,

On the eve of Christmas.

--_Alice E. Allen_

_Friday_

Help the children to learn “Christmas Secrets.”

FOURTH WEEK

_Monday_

Let the children play, as a game, “Christmas Secrets.”

_Tuesday_

Continue learning the poem. Have the children write: _Secrets big and

secrets small_.

_Wednesday_

Have each child name something that he would like or that he had for

Christmas. Write these in a list on the blackboard, the simplest of

them to be read afterwards by the little folks.

_Thursday_

Talk about what the children did on Christmas Day.

_Friday_

Talk with the children about winter; the close of the old year, and the

coming of the new year.

SECOND YEAR

FIRST WEEK

_Monday_

For dictation:

Sing soft! sing low!

The time of the snow

Is December.

_Tuesday_

Talk about the beginning of winter. What is the first month of winter?

What are the three winter months? What was the month before December?

What are the three autumn months? What season follows winter? What are

the three spring months? What season follows spring? What are the three

summer months? How many days are there in December?

_Wednesday_

For drill in phonics, or for clear enunciation:

There was a man and his name was Pat,

He had a wife and her name was Mat;

He had a rat and she had a cat;

The cat was Mat’s and the rat was Pat’s.

They all lived together,

In all kinds of weather,

Pat’s rat and Mat’s cat,

Cat, rat, Mat and Pat.

_Thursday_

To be committed to memory:

A CHRISTMAS VISIT

When the children sound are sleeping,

And the night is cold and clear;

When the frost-elves watch are keeping,

Some one comes our hearts to cheer.

Fast he drives his reindeer prancing;

No one hears his sleigh-bells ring,

No one sees him soft advancing,

No one knows what he will bring.

He’s a jolly soul, and merry,

With his cheeks an autumn hue,

And his nose is like a cherry

While he’s looking round for you.

If he hears a child awaking,

Quickly then he slips from sight,

But if all a nap are taking

Then he works away till light.

Once a boy who was not sleeping,

On Christmas morn stole through the hall;

Slow and silent he went creeping,

But no stocking found at all.

And a girl who tiptoed, peeping

Into rooms, and up the stair,

In the morning they found weeping,

For no Santa had been there.

So, when merry folk you’re greeting,

And you long to strip your tree,

When old Santa you’d be meeting,

Wait, nor hurry down to see;

For if you should hunt him early,

Maybe he’d not come next year;

He would be so cross and surly

That he’d pass your house, I fear.

--_Mabel L. Gray_

Have the first two stanzas copied by the children.

_Friday_

Have the children copy the second two stanzas of “A Christmas Visit.”

SECOND WEEK

_Monday_

Pupils learn first stanza of “A Christmas Visit.”

_Tuesday_

Pupils learn second stanza of the poem.

_Wednesday_

Pupils learn third stanza of the poem.

_Thursday_

Pupils learn fourth stanza of the poem.

_Friday_

Have the pupils recite the entire poem in concert.

THIRD WEEK

_Monday_

Pupils write a list of the naming words (nouns) in “A Christmas Visit.”

_Tuesday_

For dictation:

All that’s great and good is done done--

Just by trying.

_Wednesday_

Story for reproduction:

THE SUNBEAMS

The Sun was up.

The sky in the east had told that he was on the way, for it had turned

red and gold as he came near. He looked down on the earth, and there

was a new day. So he sent out his beams to wake everybody from sleep.

A beam came to the little birds in the trees, and they rose at once.

They flew about, singing as loudly as they could.

Then a beam came and waked the rabbit. He gave his eyes a rub and ran

out into the green field to eat grass.

Another beam came into the hen-house. The rooster flapped his wings

and crowed. The hens flew into the yard to see what they could find to

eat.

A beam came to the beehive. A bee came out of the hive. He flew off

to the fields to drink honey from the flowers.

The beam that came to Johnny’s bed awakened Johnny, but the boy would

not get up. He went to sleep once more, though all the animals were

up, and hard at work.--_Adapted_

_Thursday_

Have the children tell, in their own words, the story of “The Sunbeams.”

_Friday_

Children write five sentences, telling what the sunbeams did.

FOURTH WEEK

_Monday_

Talk with the little folks about Christmas, its meaning, and the beauty

of giving.

_Tuesday_

Have each child write three things he would like for Christmas.

_Wednesday_

Pupils tell what they did on Christmas Day.

_Thursday_

Talk about the year’s holidays. How many are there? What are they?

_Friday_

Children write a letter to a cousin, telling what they did on Christmas

Day.

THIRD YEAR

FIRST WEEK

_Monday_

To be committed to memory:

THE WIND AND THE MOON

Said the Wind to the Moon, “I will blow you out.

You stare

In the air

Like a ghost in a chair,

Always looking what I am about;

I hate to be watched; I will blow you out.”

The Wind blew hard, and out went the Moon,

So deep,

On a heap

Of clouds, to sleep,

Down lay the Wind, and slumbered soon--

Muttering low, “I’ve done for that Moon.”

He turned in his bed; she was there again!

On high,

In the sky,

With her one ghost eye,

The Moon shone white and alive and plain,

Said the Wind--”I will blow you out again.”

The Wind blew hard, and the Moon grew dim,

With my sledge

And my wedge

I have knocked off her edge!

If only I blow right fierce and grim,

The creature will soon be dimmer than dim.

He blew and blew, and she thinned to a thread,

One puff

More’s enough

To blow her to snuff!

One good puff more where the last was bred,

And glimmer, glimmer, glum will go the thread!

He blew a great blast and the thread was gone;

In the air

Nowhere

Was a moonbeam bare;

Far off and harmless the shy stars shone;

Sure and certain the Moon was gone!

The Wind he took to his revels once more;

On down,

In town,

Like a merry mad clown,

He leaped and hallooed with whistle and war.

What’s that? The glimmering thread once more!

But the Moon she knew nothing about the affair,

For, high

In the sky,

With her one white eye,

Motionless, miles above the air,

She had never heard the great Wind blare.

--_George Macdonald_

Have the first half of the poem copied.

_Tuesday_

Have the rest of the poem copied.

_Wednesday_

Have the children commit to memory the first two stanzas of the poem.

_Thursday_

Children commit to memory the second two stanzas of the poem.

_Friday_

Children learn the fifth and sixth stanzas of the poem.

SECOND WEEK

_Monday_

Children learn the seventh and eighth stanzas of “The Wind and the

Moon.”

_Tuesday_

Children learn the rest of the poem.

_Wednesday_

Children recite the entire poem.

_Thursday_

Children recite the poem. Write a list of the nouns in the poem.

_Friday_

Write a list of the doing words (verbs) in the poem.

THIRD WEEK

_Monday_

For dictation:

Little fairy snowflakes,

Dancing in the flue;

Old Mr. Santa Claus,

What is keeping you?

_Tuesday_

Write a list of as many words rhyming with _time_, as you can think of.

_Wednesday_

Conversation about Christmas.

_Thursday_

Write five sentences about Christmas.

_Friday_

Children write a list of Christmas presents suitable for a boy, a list

of presents suitable for a girl.

FOURTH WEEK

_Monday_

Story for reproduction:

A CLOUD STORY

A long time ago, there lived a wonderful king. Each day this king came

in his golden chariot, bringing light, heat, and happiness to all the

people.

Each day he passed from his palace in the east to his throne in the

west. He never missed a day, for he wanted to make sure that everyone

had a share of his gifts.

For everybody, he had the birds sing and the flowers bloom. For

everybody, he showed beautiful pictures, which changed every hour.

The king had many beautiful daughters. They were often called swan

maidens, because they rode upon beautiful white swans.

When the swan maidens were with their father they wore soft white or

gray dresses.

Sometimes the king saw that the grass was brown, or the buds were not

coming out. Then he said, “Swan maidens, who will go and work to-day?”

Almost before he was through speaking, many of them had rushed away.

Sometimes more of them came than could work upon the grass and buds.

Then some of them ran off to play. But the best of them went down to

feed the roots and the worms. They worked out of sight.

But they always went back to their father, the king.

Now it is very hard work to catch a swan maiden on her way back home.

A boy is sure he saw one of them on a ring in the tea-kettle steam.

How many of them get away is a secret.

When the king saw the flowers shiver in the fall, he called the

bravest swan maidens to him. He told them that they must go away for a

long time.

Then each swan maiden put on a beautiful white dress, and came softly

down, down to earth, with a warm blanket.

These blankets they spread over the flowers and seeds. Every little

flower went to sleep under the blanket.

At last the king smiled, and their work was done. They slipped away

home so softly that nobody missed them, but the boys and girls who

loved the snow.

--_Adapted_

_Tuesday_

Children tell “A Cloud Story” in their own words.

_Wednesday_

Children write the cloud story.

_Thursday_

Children write five sentences about snow.

_Friday_

Children write what they did on Christmas Day.

FOURTH YEAR

FIRST WEEK

_Monday_

To be committed to memory:

SWEET AND LOW

Sweet and low, sweet and low,

Wind of the western sea,

Low, low, breathe and blow,

Wind of the western sea!

Over the rolling waters go;

Come from the dying moon and blow,

Blow him again to me;

While my little one, while my pretty one, sleeps.

Sleep and rest, sleep and rest,

Father will come to thee soon.

Rest, rest on mother’s breast,

Father will come to thee soon.

Father will come to his babe in the nest;

Silver sails all out of the west,

Under the silver moon;

Sleep, my little one, sleep, my pretty one, sleep!

--_Alfred Tennyson_

Have the poem copied.

_Tuesday_

Pupils learn first stanza of the poem.

_Wednesday_

Pupils learn the entire poem.

_Thursday_

Write about the life of Alfred Tennyson.

_Friday_

Write in complete sentences answers to the following questions:

How is the sea to blow?

Where is the wind to go?

Where is the wind to come from?

What is the blowing of the wind to do?

What is the baby to do?

When will father come?

Where is the baby to rest?

Where will father come?

How will father come?

SECOND WEEK

_Monday_

Write a letter, addressed to Santa Claus, telling what you would like

for Christmas.

_Tuesday_

Write a telegram of ten words, saying that you will go to some special

place for Christmas.

_Wednesday_

Write the abbreviations for the days of the week and the months of the

year.

_Thursday_

Have the children dramatize, in their own way:

Old King Cole

Was a merry old soul,

And a merry old soul was he.

He called for his pipe,

He called for his bowl,

And he called for his fiddlers three.

_Friday_

For dictation:

Beautiful hands are those that do

Work that is earnest and brave and true,

Moment by moment, the long day through.

THIRD WEEK

_Monday_

Talk about the signs of winter.

_Tuesday_

Pupils write about signs of winter.

_Wednesday_

Write a rhyme of two lines, containing the word _snow_.

_Thursday_

Talk about winter sports.

_Friday_

Write about winter sports.

FOURTH WEEK

_Monday_

For dictation:

He prayeth best, who loveth best,

All things both great and small;

For the dear God who loveth us,

He made and loveth all.

_Tuesday_

Every child find a short quotation for some other pupil to read in

class.

_Wednesday_

Write letters, telling why you like Christmas.

_Thursday_

Write a composition on snow.

_Friday_

Have a spelling match.

JANUARY

FIRST YEAR

FIRST WEEK

_Monday_

Talk about the new year. What is this month called? What was last

month? What is the name of the new year? What was the name of the last

year? How many days has January? What season is this? What are the

months of the winter season? What season comes after winter?

_Tuesday_

Write the word _January_; also the date.

_Wednesday_

To be taught to the children:

Sixty seconds make a minute,

Something sure you can learn in it;

Sixty minutes make an hour,

Work with all your might and power;

Twenty-four hours make a day,

Time enough for work and play.

Seven days a week will make;

You will learn, if pains you take.--_Selected_

_Thursday_

Practise learning the rhyme of the day before.

_Friday_

Write: _Seven days make a week._

SECOND WEEK

_Monday_

Write:

On Monday, when the weather is fair,

I always wash the clothes.

_Tuesday_

Write:

On Tuesday I can iron them,

Even if it rains and snows.

_Wednesday_

Write:

On Wednesday I do all the mending,

I like the mending too.

_Thursday_

Write:

On Thursday I receive my friends;

I have nothing else to do.

_Friday_

Write:

Friday is the time to sweep,

To dust, and set things right.

The teacher may recite the following to the children, then have the

entire poem of the week played as a game, with appropriate actions:

On Saturday I always cook,

Then put all work from sight.

And Sunday is the day of rest;

I go to church dressed in my best.

--_Selected_

THIRD WEEK

_Monday_

Learn the names of the months, by having a procession of children

representing the various months, led by the New Year. The little folks

will enjoy the game, and will learn the names of the twelve months, in

their order, without realizing that they are doing anything but play.

_Tuesday_

Story poem, to be recited (or read, if needs must) to the children, by

the teacher:

A MYSTERY

I put my coat and furs and mittens on, to go

With my cunning Christmas sled, out to see the pretty snow.

I made some little balls, and they looked as white and nice--

I tried how one would taste, but it was just as cold as ice.

I took some to the kitchen then, because I thought, you see,

I’d bake them just like apples--they’d be good with cream and tea.

I didn’t say a single word about it to the cook,

When I put them in the oven, but when she gave a look,

She stared, and held her hands up, and said: “For pity’s sake!

Who put this water in here, and spoiled my ginger cake?”

I couldn’t tell. It wasn’t I; but I would like to know,

Where did my pretty apples, that I was baking, go?

--_Selected_

After reciting the poem, ask the children what became of the snow

apples.

_Wednesday_

Talk about snow; snowballs; sliding on the snow; sleighing; a snow man.

_Thursday_

Write: _I can make a snowball._

_Friday_

To be told; for the children to guess:

WHAT AM I?

I live in a hole just above somebody’s chin. I have to stay there, for

I am fastened in.

It is because of me that boys and girls like good things to eat. To

please me, they eat candy and fruit.

It is because of me that boys and girls are often kept after school.

They forget, and use me when they ought not to.

I am always wanting to taste, taste, taste. I am always wanting to

talk, talk, talk.

Who can guess what I am?

FOURTH WEEK

_Monday_

Children write the words necessary to complete the following:

Jack and ----

Went up the ----,

To get a ---- of water.

---- fell down

And ---- his crown,

And ---- came tumbling after.

_Tuesday_

Have the children give all the words they can that rhyme with _hat_.

Write the list on the blackboard, and use it for drill in phonics.

_Wednesday_

To be taught to the children:

If you can’t be the big sun, with his cheery smile,

You can be the cheerful sunbeam for a little while.

_Thursday_

Play “I am thinking of something,” using objects in the school-room.

_Friday_

Have the children mention as many objects as they can think of that are

blue; green; yellow; white.

SECOND YEAR

FIRST WEEK

_Monday_

To be committed to memory:

LADY MOON

Lady Moon, Lady Moon, where are you roving?

“Over the sea.”

Lady Moon, Lady Moon, whom are you loving?

“All that love me.”

Are you not tired with roving and never

Resting to sleep?

Why look so pale and so sad, as forever

Wishing to weep?

“Ask me not this, little child, if you love me:

You are too bold.

I must obey my dear Father above me,

And do as I’m told.”

Lady Moon, Lady Moon, where are you roving?

“Over the sea.”

Lady Moon, Lady Moon, whom are you loving?

“All that love me.”

--_Lord Houghton_

Have the first stanza of the poem copied and learned.

_Tuesday_

Have the second stanza of the poem copied and learned.

_Wednesday_

Have the third stanza of the poem copied and learned.

_Thursday_

Have the fourth stanza of the poem copied and learned.

_Friday_

Have the poem recited, throughout.

SECOND WEEK

_Monday_

For dictation:

Be kind in all you say and do,

That others may be kind to you.

_Tuesday_

Talk about snowflakes; if possible, showing some of the single flakes.

Where do the snowflakes come from? What becomes of them if they are

taken into a warm room? What becomes of them when they fall? What

becomes of the snow when the weather gets warm? How does the snow help

the grass and flowers? (Keeps them warm during the cold winter.) Why is

snow sometimes called a blanket?

_Wednesday_

Story for oral reproduction:

A WISE DOG

One night a farmer was riding home along a lane which had walls on

both sides. Suddenly he heard his dog barking on the farther side of

the wall.

The man stopped his horse and started to see what was the matter.

The night was very cold. Snow lay on the ground. Sitting on a large

stone was the farmer’s little daughter.

The child had left the house and had wandered out into the meadow.

The dog had followed her, keeping close at her heels. Now he was

barking for some one to come and take the little girl home. She had

lost her way, and was crying.

The father looked at the footprints in the snow. He saw that his

little daughter had walked close beside a deep hole.

She had walked all the way round the hole. But the wise dog had gone,

all the time, between the little girl and the great hole.

Was he not a wise dog?--_Adapted_

_Thursday_

Children tell the story of the lost child and the dog.

_Friday_

Write three sentences about the little girl and the dog.

THIRD WEEK

_Monday_

Supply words to fill the following blanks:

My dog Spot is ----.

He eats ----.

Spot can ----.

When I run, Spot ---- too.

_Tuesday_

To be committed to memory:

Hearts, like doors, will ope with ease,

To very, very little keys;

And don’t forget that two of these

Are, “Thank you, sir,” and “If you please.”

--_Selected_

_Wednesday_

Write a list of ten objects to be seen in the school-room.

_Thursday_

Talk about bread. Who makes the bread we eat? What is it made of? Where

does the flour come from? Where does wheat grow? How does wheat grow?

How is the wheat made into flour? How is the flour made into bread?

_Friday_

Write three sentences about bread.

FOURTH WEEK

_Monday_

Children write their fathers’ and mothers’ names.

_Tuesday_

For dictation:

When the cold wind blows,

Look out for your nose.

_Wednesday_

Talk about how we are protected from cold, by clothing and by

artificial heat. How is the school-room warmed? How are the children’s

homes warmed? Why is it unnecessary for stables to be heated?

_Thursday_

A riddle for the children to guess:

I am as black, as black can be,

But yet I shine.

My home was deep within the earth,

In a dark mine.

Years ago I was buried there,

And yet I hold

The sunshine and the heat, which warmed

That world of old.

Though black and cold I seem to be,

Yet I can glow.

Just put me on a blazing fire--

Then you will know.--_Selected_

_Friday_

Write three sentences about coal.

THIRD YEAR

FIRST WEEK

_Monday_

To be committed to memory:

CHILD’S EVENING PRAYER

Now the day is over,

Night is drawing nigh;

Shadows of the evening

Steal across the sky.

Low the darkness gathers,

Stars begin to peep;

Birds and beasts and flowers

Soon will be asleep.

Through the long night-watches,

May Thine angels spread

Their white wings above me,

Watching round my bed.

When the morn awakens,

Then may I arise,

Pure and fresh and sinless,

In Thy holy eyes.--_S. Baring-Gould_

Have the poem copied.

_Tuesday_

Learn the first verse of the poem.

_Wednesday_

Learn the rest of the poem.

_Thursday_

Recite the entire poem.

_Friday_

Write a list of the naming words (nouns) in the “Child’s Evening

Prayer.”

SECOND WEEK

_Monday_

Write a list of the doing words (verbs), in the “Child’s Evening

Prayer.”

_Tuesday_

Write a letter to a playmate, telling what you did on a recent Saturday.

_Wednesday_

For dictation:

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