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Автор: Frances Jenkins Olcott
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LEAVES

       BY FLORENCE HOLBROOK

       WHY THE ASPEN QUIVERS

       OLD LEGEND

       THE WONDER TREE

       BY FRIEDRICH ADOLPH KRUMMACHER (ADAPTED)

       THE PROUD OAK TREE

       OLD FABLE 11

       BAUCIS AND PHILEMON

       ADAPTED FROM H. P. MASKEL'S RENDERING OF THE GREEK MYTH

       THE UNFRUITFUL TREE

       BY FRIEDRICH ADOLPH KRUMMACHER

       THE DRYAD OF THE OLD OAK

       BY JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL (ADAPTED)

       DAPHNE

       BY OVID (ADAPTED)

       BIRD DAY

       THE OLD WOMAN WHO BECAME A WOODPECKER

       BY PHOEBE CARY (ADAPTED)

       THE BOY WHO BECAME A ROBIN

       AN OJIBBEWAY LEGEND

       THE TONGUE-CUT SPARROW

       BY A. B. MITFORD (ADAPTED)

       THE QUAILS—A LEGEND OF THE JATAKA

       FROM THE RIVERSIDE FOURTH READER

       THE MAGPIE'S NEST

       BY JOSEPH JACOBS

       THE GREEDY GEESE

       FROM IL LIBRO D'ORO (ADAPTED)

       THE KING OF THE BIRDS

       BY THE BROTHERS GRIMM (TRANSLATED)

       THE DOVE WHO SPOKE TRUTH

       BY ABBIE FARWELL BROWN

       THE BUSY BLUE JAY

       BY OLIVE THORNE MILLER (ADAPTED)

       BABES IN THE WOODS

       BY JOHN BURROUGHS

       THE PRIDE OF THE REGIMENT

       BY HARRY M. KIEFFER (ADAPTED)

       THE MOTHER MURRE

       BY DALLAS LORE SHARP

       THE END

       Table of Contents

      BY EMILIE POULSSON (ADAPTED)

       Table of Contents

      Two little boys were at play one day when a Fairy suddenly appeared before them and said: “I have been sent to give you New Year presents.”

      She handed to each child a package, and in an instant was gone.

      Carl and Philip opened the packages and found in them two beautiful books, with pages as pure and white as the snow when it first falls.

      Many months passed and the Fairy came again to the boys. “I have brought you each another book?” said she, “and will take the first ones back to Father Time who sent them to you.”

      “May I not keep mine a little longer?” asked Philip. “I have hardly thought about it lately. I'd like to paint something on the last leaf that lies open.”

      “No,” said the Fairy; “I must take it just as it is.”

      “I wish that I could look through mine just once,” said Carl; “I have only seen one page at a time, for when the leaf turns over it sticks fast, and I can never open the book at more than one place each day.”

      “You shall look at your book,” said the Fairy, “and Philip, at his.” And she lit for them two little silver lamps, by the light of which they saw the pages as she turned them.

      The boys looked in wonder. Could it be that these were the same fair books she had given them a year ago? Where were the clean, white pages, as pure and beautiful as the snow when it first falls? Here was a page with ugly, black spots and scratches upon it; while the very next page showed a lovely little picture. Some pages were decorated with gold and silver and gorgeous colors, others with beautiful flowers, and still others with a rainbow of softest, most delicate brightness. Yet even on the most beautiful of the pages there were