If I work, then, with a will,
It will be but playing still;
Ever merry, never weary,
It will be but playing still.
THE ROSE.
bas'-ket
wo'-man
vil'-lage
sweet'-ly
cab'-bage
be-cause'
stooped
smile
thorns
yel'-low
a-greed'
win'-ter
1. Mother went back to her roses, and soon called for a little basket,
saying that Dora and Harry should take a few to an old woman who lived
in the village.
2. 'Poor granny,' she said, 'is so fond of roses, and she can never get
out now to see them. Which shall we pick for her?'
3. 'Some of these white ones,' said Dora.
'I think she would like these red ones,' said Harry, 'they smell so
sweetly.'
4. Mother cut one or two of each, and then a moss-rose, which looked as
if it had moss growing round it, and then a pink cabbage-rose.
5. 'What has it to do with cabbage?' asked Harry.
'It is only called cabbage because it is so big and round.'
6. 'I like it the best of all,' said Dora, and stooped to smell it,
putting her nose far down into the sweet, deep cup: 'it is such a nice
rose!'
[Illustration: Wild Rose.]
[Illustration: Garden Rose.]
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