| Kindergarten Gems|
|by Agnes Taylor Ketchum|
|A full collection of stories and rhymes for the youngest listeners. In addition to the usual fairy tales, folk tales, and fables, there are numerous stories about animals, tales of everyday doings, and stories of the seasons. The material is conveniently arranged in groups, with several stories and rhymes for each holiday and season throughout the year. Numerous black and white illustrations complement the text. Ages 4-8 |
LL the sparrows that lived in a great elm standing in a city, had
met in the morning after the first fall of snow to hold a consultation.
"This snow," began an old sparrow with a twisted bill, "is something
I don't like. Robin Red Breast told me a month ago that it would come,
and said we should do better to fly away to the South with him, but I
thought I would stand by the tree. I felt badly enough when they took
us out of our English oak and brought us across the sea, for I am a
homebody. But this snow! I don't know where to set my feet, or pick a
crumb for breakfast."
"Can't we go back to our English oak?" asked a younger sparrow,
"it isn't so cold there."
"Not if they don't choose to carry us," said the old sparrow.
"I have heard," said another, "that the people who live in these
beautiful houses around the park are very kind, and will give us plenty to eat
if we will act a bit friendly. Let's go over to that balcony. I see a little
boy behind the glass looking at us now, and he looks kind and gentle."
So there was a whirring of wings, and all the sparrows went over to
the balcony, making the light snow fly as they alighted.
How the little boy's face brightened as they came.
 "I wonder if God sent the little sparrows?" he said, for he had just
been reading how God gives the lilies their beautiful dress, and how He
feeds the little birds. Just as he read, " Your Heavenly Father feedeth
them," he looked over to the old elm, and they all came to him in a
"What does it mean, mamma," he said, calling his mother to him (for
he was lame), and telling her all about it.
"God has given you plenty of crumbs and a pair of hands to scatter
them with," said his mother. "Perhaps that is the way our Heavenly
Father wants to feed His sparrows."
A few minutes later the happy-faced boy was scattering crumbs on the
balcony to as happy a group of sparrows, and every morning and evening
all winter they came to their young provider for breakfast and supper,
and the little lame boy and the merry sparrows grew to be great friends.
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