Third Grade Read Aloud Banquet

Songs for June

Alone

A very old woman
Lives in yon house.
The squeak of the cricket,
The stir of the mouse,
Are all she knows
Of the earth and us.

Once she was young,
Would dance and play,
Like many another
Young popinjay;
And run to her mother
At dusk of day.

And colours bright
She delighted in;
The fiddle to hear,
And to lift her chin,
And sing as small
As a twittering wren.

But age apace
Comes at last to all;
And a lone house filled
With the cricket's call;
And the scampering mouse
In the hollow wall.

	Monday	Tuesday	Wednesday	Thursday	Friday	Saturday	Sunday
Week 44	A Compensation from Heidi by Johanna Spyri	Story of the Battle of Bannockburn from Our Island Story by H. E. Marshall	Following the Deer (Part 2 of 6) from Secrets of the Woods by William J. Long	The Death of Robin Hood from Stories of Robin Hood Told to the Children by H. E. Marshall	Two Famous Admirals from The Awakening of Europe by M. B. Synge	The Flax from Fairy Tales Too Good To Miss—Aboard the Ship by Lisa M. Ripperton	The New Temple on Mount Moriah from Hurlbut's Story of the Bible by Jesse Lyman Hurlbut
	The Caliph and the Gardener from Fifty Famous People by James Baldwin	Sir Talis from Holiday Hill by Edith M. Patch	Daniel Webster (Part 4 of 5) from Four Great Americans by James Baldwin	The Frog and the Mouse from The Aesop for Children by Milo Winter	Daedalus and Icarus from A Child's Book of Myths and Enchantment Tales by Margaret Evans Price	A Look at a House-Fly from Seaside and Wayside, Book Two by Julia McNair Wright	"Like Summer Tempests Came His Tears" (Part 2 of 3) from The Wind in the Willows by Kenneth Grahame
	Indian Summer by John Greenleaf Whittier	Thoughts by Sara Teasdale	Gaelic Lullaby, Anonymous	The Frost Spirit by John Greenleaf Whittier	Poem by Rachel Field	Indian Summer by John Greenleaf Whittier	How the Leaves Came Down by Susan Coolidge

READING-LITERATURE: Third Reader by Harriette Taylor Treadwell

The Fox as Herdsman

Once on a time there was a woman who went out to hire a herdsman, and she met a bear.

"Whither away, Goody?" said Bruin.

"Oh, I'm going out to hire a herdsman," answered the woman.

"Why not have me for a herdsman?" said Bruin.

"Well, why not," said the woman, "if you only know how to call the flock? Just let me hear you call."

"Ow, Ow!" growled the bear.

"No, no! I won't have you," said the woman as soon as she heard him say that, and off she went on her way.

When she had gone a bit farther she met a wolf.

"Whither away, Goody?" said the wolf.

"Oh," said she, "I'm going out to hire a herdsman."

"Why not have me for a herdsman?" said the wolf.

"Well, why not, if you can only call the flock? Let me hear you call," said she.

"Uh, Uh!" said the wolf.

"No, no!" said the woman, "you'll never do for me."

Well, after she had gone a while longer she met a fox.

"Whither away, Goody?" asked the fox.

"Oh, I'm just going out to hire a herdsman," said the woman.

"Why not have me for a herdsman?" asked the fox.

"Well, why not," said she, "if you only know how to call the flock? Let me hear you call."

"Dil-dal-holom!" sang out the fox in a fine clear voice.

"Yes, I'll have you for my herdsman," said the woman, and she set the fox to herd her flock.

The first day the fox was herdsman he ate up all the woman's goats; the next day he made an end of all her sheep; and the third day he ate up all her cows. So, when he came home at even, the woman asked what he had done with all her flocks.

"Oh!" said the fox, "their skulls are in the stream, and their bodies in the holt."

Now, the Goody stood and churned when the fox said this, but she thought she might as well step out and see after her flock. While she was away the fox crept into the churn and ate up the cream. When Goody came back and saw that she fell into a rage. She snatched up the little morsel of cream that was left and threw it at the fox as he ran off. He got a dab of it on the end of his tail, and that's the reason why the fox has a white tip to his brush.

— Norse Folk Tale