| Mother Stories|
|by Maud Lindsay|
|Seventeen stories ideally suited for kindergarten children who take great interest in lively stories about familiar things, especially those that include rhyme and repetition as these stories do. Within each story is a subtle moral, pleasing to children and not at all obtrusive. Ages 4-7 |
HOW THE HOME WAS BUILT
 ONCE there was a very dear family,—Father, Mother,
big Brother Tom, little Sister Polly, and the baby,
who had a very long name, Gustavus Adolphus;
and every one of the family wanted a home more than anything else
in the world.
They lived in a house, of course, but that was rented;
and they wanted a home of their very own,
with a sunny room for Mother and Father and Baby,
with a wee room close by for the little sister;
a big, airy room for Brother Tom; a cosy room for the cooking
and eating; and, best of all, a room that Grandmother might
call her own when she came to see them.
A box which Tom had made always stood on Mother's mantel,
and they called it the "Home Bank," because every penny that
could be spared was dropped in there for the building of the home.
This box had been full once, and was
 emptied to buy
a little piece of ground where the home could be built
when the box was full again.
The box filled very slowly, though;
and Gustavus Adolphus was nearly three years old
when one day the father came in with a beaming face
and called the family to him.
Mother left her baking, and Tom came in from his work;
and after Polly had brought the baby,
the father asked them very solemnly:
"Now, what do we all want more than anything else in the world?"
"A home!" said Mother and Brother Tom.
"A home!" said little Sister Polly.
"Home!" said the baby, Gustavus Adolphus,
because his mother had said it.
"Well," said the father, "I think we shall have our home
if each one of us will help. I must go away to the great forest,
where the trees grow so tall and fine. All Winter long
I must chop the trees down, and in the Spring I shall be paid
 which will help in the building of the home.
While I am away, Mother will have to fill my place
and her own too, for she will have to go to market,
buy the coal, keep the pantry full, and pay the bills,
as well as cook and wash and sew, take care of the children,
and keep a brave heart till I come back again."
The mother was willing to do all this and more, too,
for the dear home; and Brother Tom asked eagerly:
"What can I do?—what can I do?" for he wanted to begin
work right then, without waiting a moment.
"I have found you a place in the carpenter's shop
where I work," answered the father. "And you will work
for him, and all the while be learning to saw and hammer
and plane, so that you will be ready in the Spring
to help build the home."
Now, this pleased Tom so much that he threw his cap
in the air and hurrahed, which made the baby laugh;
but little Polly did not laugh, because she was afraid
 that she was too small to help. But after a while
the father said: "I shall be away in the great forest
cutting down the trees; Mother will be washing and sewing
and baking; Tom will be at work in the carpenter's shop;
and who will take care of the baby?"
"I will, I will!" cried Polly, running to kiss the baby.
"And the baby can be good and sweet!"
So it was all arranged that they would have their dear little
home, which would belong to every one,
because each one would help; and the father made haste
to prepare for the Winter. He stored away the firewood
and put up the stoves; and when the wood-choppers
went to the great forest, he was ready to go with them.
Out in the forest, the trees were waiting.
Nobody knew how many years they had waited there,
growing every year stronger and more beautiful
for the work they had to do. Every one of them had grown
from a baby tree to a giant; and when the choppers came,
there stood the
 giant trees, so bare and still
in the wintry weather that the sound of the axes
rang from one end of the woods to the other.
From sunrise to sunset the men worked steadily;
and although it was lonely in the woods when the snow
lay white on the ground and the cold wind blew,
the father kept his heart cheery. At night,
when the men sat about the fire in their great log-house,
he would tell them about the mother and children
who were working with him for a home.
Nobody's ax was sharper than his or felled so many trees,
and nobody was gladder when Spring-time came and the
logs were hauled down to the river.
The river had been waiting too, through all the Winter,
under its shield of ice, but now that Spring had come,
and the snows were melting, and all the little mountain streams
were tumbling down to help, the river grew very broad
and strong, and dashed along, snatching the logs
when the men pushed them in and carrying them on with a rush
and a roar.
 The men followed close along the bank of the river,
to watch the logs and keep them moving;
but at last there came a time when the logs would not move,
but lay in a jam from shore to shore
while the water foamed about them.
"Who will go out to break the jam?" said the men.
They knew that only a brave man and a nimble man could go,
for there was danger that the logs might crush him
and the river sweep him away.
They looked at each other. But the father was not afraid,
and he was surefooted and nimble; so he sprang out in a moment,
with his ax, and began to cut away at the logs.
"Some of these logs may help to build a home," he said;
and he found the very log that was holding the others tight,
and as soon as that was loosened, the logs began to move.
"Jump! Jump!" cried the men, as they ran for their lives;
and, just as the logs dashed on, with a rumble and a jumble
and a jar that sent some of the logs flying up in the air,
the father reached the bank safely.
 The hard work was over now. After the logs had rested
in the log "boom," they went on their way to the saw mills,
where they were sawed into lumber to build houses;
and then the father hurried home.
When he came there, he found that the mother had baked
and washed and sewed and taken care of the children,
as only such a precious mother could have done.
Brother Tom had worked so well in the carpenter's shop,
that he knew how to hammer and plane and saw,
and had grown as tall and as stout as a young pine tree.
Sister Polly had taken such care of the baby,
that he looked as sweet and clean and happy as a rose
in a garden; and the baby had been so good,
that he was a joy to the whole family.
"I must get this dear family into their home," said the father;
and he and Brother Tom went to work with a will.
And the home was built, with a sunny room for Father
and Mother and Baby, a wee little room close by for good
Sister Polly, a big airy room for big Brother Tom,
 room for the cooking and eating,
and best of all, a room for the dear grandmother,
who came then to live with them all the time.
SO THE HOUSE WAS BUILT;
A COZY ROOM FOR THE COOKING AND EATING.
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