self'ish ly, _as if caring only for one's self_.

knead'ed, _pressed and rolled with the hands_.

dough, _unbaked bread or cake_.

A LEGEND OF THE NORTHLAND.

Away, away in the Northland, Where the hours of the day are few, And the nights are so long in winter, They can not sleep them through;

Where they harness the swift reindeer To the sledges when it snows; And the children look like bear's cubs, In their funny, furry clothes:

They tell them a curious story-- I don't believe 'tis true; And yet you may learn a lesson If I tell the tale to you.

Once, when the good Saint Peter Lived in the world below, And walked about it, preaching, Just as he did, you know;

He came to the door of a cottage, In traveling round the earth, Where a little woman was making cakes, In the ashes on the hearth.

And being faint with fasting-- For the day was almost done-- He asked her, from her store of cakes, To give him a single one.

So she made a very little cake, But as it baking lay, She looked at it and thought it seemed Too large to give away.

Therefore she kneaded another, And still a smaller one; But it looked, when she turned it over, As large as the first had done.

Then she took a tiny sc.r.a.p of dough, And rolled and rolled it flat; And baked it thin as a wafer-- But she couldn't part with that.

For she said, "My cakes that seem so small When I eat of them myself, Are yet too large to give away."

So she put them on a shelf.

Then good Saint Peter grew angry, For he was hungry and faint; And surely such, a woman Was enough to provoke a saint.

And he said, "You are far too selfish To dwell in a human form, To have both food and shelter, And fire to keep you warm.

"Now, you shall build as the birds do, And shall get your scanty food By boring, and boring, and boring, All day in the hard dry wood."

Then up she went through the chimney.

Never speaking a word; And out of the top flew a woodp.e.c.k.e.r, For she was changed to a bird.

She had a scarlet cap on her head, And that was left the same, But all the rest of her clothes were burned Black as a coal in the flame.

And every country school-boy Has seen her in the wood; Where she lives in the trees till this very day Boring and boring for food.

And this is the lesson she teaches: Live not for yourselves alone, Lest the needs you will not pity Shall one day be your own.

Give plenty of what is given to you, Listen to pity's call; Don't think the little you give is great, And the much you get is small.

Now, my little boy, remember that, And try to be kind and good, When you see the woodp.e.c.k.e.r's sooty dress, And see her scarlet hood.

You mayn't be changed to a bird, though you live As selfishly as you can; But you will be changed to a smaller thing-- A mean and selfish man.

Directions for Reading.--In what manner should this lesson be read at the beginning--quietly, or with much spirit?

On page 77, beginning with the second stanza, is what Saint Peter says quiet and slow, or emphatic and somewhat rapid?[06]

Point out three places where two lines are to be joined and read as one.

What two lines in each stanza end with similar sounds?

[06] See stanza number 12 of the poem.

LESSON XVII.

ex pres'sion, _a look showing feeling_.

a maze'ment, _great surprise; astonishment_.

mag'netisnm, _an unknown power of drawing or pulling_.

con tin'ued, _went on; stayed_.

test'ing, _trying_.

con ven'ience, _ease; the saving of trouble_.

ex per'i ments, _the trials made to find out facts_.