Chapter IV

“Oh, Grandmother, what big eyes you have!”
“The better to see you, my dear.
“What long ears you have, Grandmother!”
“The better to hear you, my dear.”
“What long arms you have, Grandmother!”
“The better to hug you, my dear.”
“Oh, Grandmother, what big teeth you have!”
“The better to eat you, my dear.”
But just then the woodmen came in.
The grandmother was with them.
The woodmen killed the wolf.
Then they took Little Red Riding Hood home.
When Little Red Riding Hood saw her mother she said,
“Oh, Mother! I will never go out of the path again.”

THE SONG OF THE MILL-STREAM.

“Turn!” said the little stream.
“Turn! O turn! Turn! O turn!”
“Turn!” said the little stream
As it pushed against the wheel.
“I push, you know, to help you go,
To saw the logs and boards.”

MILDRED AND PATTY HILL (_Adapted_).

THE SAWMILL.

Zish! Zish! Zish! Hear the sawmill!
There it is by the water.
See the wheel go round and round.
Splash! Splash! Splash!
Hear the water!
It falls upon the wheel and turns it around.
Around and around goes the big mill wheel.
Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!
What a busy sawmill!
All day long it saws the logs into boards.
Here are boards to make houses and barns.
Here are boards to make beds and chairs.
Here are boards to make playthings for girls and boys.
Work! Work! Work! All the day long!
Oh, see what good work the sawmill can do!

THE LION AND THE MOUSE.

One day a big lion was asleep in the woods.
A mouse ran over the lion’s paw.
The big lion caught the little mouse.
“Oh, Lion!” said the mouse.
“Let me go. Please let me go.
Some day I will help you.”
“How can you help me?” said the lion.
“You are too little to help a big lion.”
But he lifted his paw and away the mouse ran.

II

Some time after this the lion was in the woods.
He was caught in a net.
He could not get out.
Just then the little mouse passed by.
“Oh, the poor lion!” said the mouse.
“How can I help him?”
She ran to the lion and said,
“Kind friend, I will help you.”
The mouse cut the net with her sharp teeth.
“Thank you,” said the lion.
“I see that a mouse can help a lion.”

THE THREE LITTLE PIGS.

A mother pig had three little pigs.
Browny was a dirty pig. He liked to roll in the mud.
Whitey was a greedy pig. She would eat and eat and then cry for more.
Blacky was a good pig. He was bright and happy all day long.

II

One day the mother pig called the three pigs to her and said,
“Browny! What kind of a house would you like?”
“I should like to have a mud house,
Mother dear,” said Browny.

“And you, Whitey! What kind of a house shall I
make for you?” said the mother.
“Oh, I should like a great big cabbage house, Mother!” said Whitey.
“Blacky dear! What kind of a house would you like?” said the mother pig.
“A brick house, please, Mother,” said Blacky.
So the good mother pig made three houses.
Then the three little pigs went to live in them.
As they were going away the mother pig said, “If
Mr. Fox comes to see you, do not let him
in. He is not a friend.”

III

Browny was very happy in his mud house.
One day there came a “Tap, tap!” at the door.
A soft voice said, “Little pig!
Little pig! Let me come in.”
“Who are you?” said Browny.
“I am a friend of your mother’s,” said the soft voice.
“I want to see your pretty house.”
“Oh, no!” said Browny. “You are not a friend. You are Mr. Fox.
You can not come in.”
Then Mr. Fox made a hole in the mud house.
He put Browny into a bag and carried him away to his den.

IV

The next day the old fox went to Whitey’s house.
Greedy little Whitey was eating the cabbage that her house was made of.
“Tap, tap!” came a knock at the door.
Then a soft voice said, “Little pig!
Little pig! Let me come in.”
“Who are you?” said Whitey.
“A friend of your mother’s,” said Mr. Fox.
“I have something good for you to eat.”
“No, no! You can not come in.
You are not a friend,” said Whitey.
Then Mr. Fox ate a big hole in the cabbage house.

He put Whitey into a bag and carried her to his den.

V

The next day the fox went to Blacky’s house.
“Tap, tap!” came a knock at the door.
“Little pig! Little pig! Let me come in,” said a soft voice.
“Who are you?” said Blacky.
“I am a friend of your mother’s,” said Mr. Fox.
“Oh, no! You are not,” said Blacky.
“You can not come in.
You carried away Whitey and Browny. You are not going to get me.”
Then Mr. Fox tried to knock down the house.
But he could not get into Blacky’s strong brick house.