"Farewell, farewell," said the children, and they started for home, singing FINLAND'S FOREST. Lively 1. Days in the wood in my safe - hid- den 2. Glad-ly re-sound thro' the thick for - est FINNISH FOLK SONG cot, Bright gleams the trees, Song of the sea-shore in the bird-ies in the dews of morn; There can I live a more sweet calm air; Chil-dren are blithe in the lot, Than kings en - joy who are by en vy CHORUS p Hoi laa ri laa f p 66 Well, Grandma," said Belle, " I like the song, and I like Sylvester and Sylvia." Just then they heard an owl cry "Whoo! whoo! whoo!"" Mercy," said Grandma. " He means it is bedtime for you, you, you," as she pointed to each of the children in turn. And each said, "Goodnight, Grandma,” and Grandma said, "Good night," and in a minute could be heard the clock striking dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong. TO THE PUPILS: Copy the words of "Finland's Forest," omitting the chorus. TO THE TEACHER: Review phonics, p. 370. SIXTY-FIRST EVENING The children were all eagerness when they gathered around Grandma. "Oh, please make haste with the story, Grandma," said Belle. "I want to know more about Sylvester and Sylvia." And Grandma went on: As they went, Sylvester often looked around him for grouse among the trees, and behold! wherever he looked he shot a sunbeam, as it were, before him, that shone and sparkled like gold through the branches. Sylvia, too, noticed with no less wonder that the snowdrifts began to melt on both sides of the path they walked on. "Look, look!" she called out to her brother. Scarcely had she opened her lips, when the green grass began to peep forth at her feet, the trees began to bud, and the first lark was heard trilling high up in the blue of heaven. "Isn't it fine!" said the children, running home joyfully to their mother. "I can bring the sunshine!" shouted Sylvester. "I can melt snow!" shouted Sylvia. "Well, any one can do that," said their mother, and laughed. But it was not long before she opened her eyes in wonder. Although the evening began to grow dark, it did not grow dark in the cottage, and there was clear sunshine until Sylvester was sleepy and his eyes gently closed. And although it was the beginning of winter, the air in the room was so springlike that even the broom began to bud, and Chanticleer was so glad that he started to crow as he roosted. This lasted until Sylvia was asleep. 66 'Listen, father," said the mother when the woodman came home. "There is something strange the matter with the children. I am afraid they have fallen in with some witch in the wood." "That is only your fancy, dear mother," said the woodman. "I will tell you a piece of news that you would never guess. The King and Queen are traveling through the land, and will pass by our church to-morrow. What do you think about our taking the children to see the royal folks?" "Yes, let us go," said his wife. "It is not every day that one can see a king and a queen." Next day the cottagers and their children were on their way to the church in good time. They were so much taken up with what they were going to see that none of them thought of what had happened the day before. They |