| For the Children's Hour|
|by Carolyn Sherwin Bailey|
|A choice collection of stories for the preschool child, carefully selected, adapted, and arranged by two veteran kindergarten teachers. Includes nature stories, holiday stories, fairy tales and fables, as well as stories of home life. Emphasis is placed on fanciful tales for their value in the training of the imagination and on cumulative tales for developing a child's sense of humor and appealing to his instinctive love of rhyme and jingle. Ages 4-7 |
THE STORY OF CLYTIE
C. S. B. Adapted from a Greek myth.
ONCE, long ago, there was a little girl named Clytie
who lived near a great, beautiful garden. Clytie had
long, golden hair and brown eyes, and she was very
sweet to look at; but, ah! she did not do always as her
mother wished to have her.
 One morning when Clytie was in the garden
watching her pigeons fly high up to the sky, she caught
a glimpse of the wonderful Apollo who rides in the
chariot of the sun and drives his fiery steeds around
the circle of the heavens. Apollo's crown was bright
and shining, and his chariot wheels sparkled with
darting sunbeams. Clytie stood and watched, and
watched, and she did not heed when her mother called:
"Clytie, Clytie, come in to your tasks!"
The next day, and the next, Clytie went out into the
garden to watch for the chariot of the sun, and all the
long morning she stood looking up at the sky, hoping
that the great Apollo would see her.
"He is so beautiful," she cried, "I cannot stop to do
my tasks. I must watch him."
One morning Apollo saw Clytie. He was busy always
about his own work, and he thought every one else
should be busy, too, but he heard the little girl's
mother calling: "Clytie, Clytie, come in and do your
sewing!" And he saw the idle little Clytie standing in
"An earth-child should obey her mother," thought the
great Apollo. He drew rein for a moment and looked
down from the clouds straight into Clytie's face. Then
a strange thing happened. Clytie's eyes grew darker
and larger and larger, until she seemed to have one
great eye which covered her whole face. Her yellow
curls became quite straight, and they stood out about
her head like a crown. Her green dress changed to
stiff, round leaves growing up and down a stalk, and
her little toes began to sink down into the ground,
where they clung like roots.
Clytie was not a little girl any longer. She had been
changed to the first sunflower. And that is why—all
 the summer long—the sunflower stands so straight
and stiff in the garden, looking up at the sunshine
with its big, brown eye.
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