And the thrush sings loudly
On the hawthorn spray,
And the brooklet ever
Makes music on its way.
[Illustration]
SOME HERBS.
stream
through
grav'-el
mar'-ket
tea
lett'-uce
tongue
mus'-tard
pow'-der
sprin'-kled
flan'-nel
car'-ried
pars'-ley
thyme
herbs
sage
1. A little stream ran through one of the farmer's fields. The water was
so clear that you could see the sand and gravel at the bottom, and in it
there grew plenty of water-cress.
[Illustration: Water-cress.]
2. Harry went one afternoon to help Johnny and Tom to pick it for
market, and brought a big bunch home for tea.
3. His mother had picked a lettuce from the garden, and some mustard and
cress, and they were all put on one plate.
'They bite my tongue,' said Dora, 'all but the lettuce. I like it best.'
4. 'And I like the biting,' said Harry. 'Why is this called mustard,
mother?'
'Because the yellow mustard comes from it. The seeds are ground to
powder.'
'And we eat the leaves. It is a useful plant.'
[Illustration: Lettuce.]
5. After tea, mother took some cress-seed and mustard-seed out of two
little packets.
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