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One morning in winter Grace heard her mother calling her.
"Come here, Grace! Come here, and look out of the window."
Grace ran to the window and looked out. What do you think she saw?
"Oh, mother," said Grace, "how pretty it is! Everything is white with snow.
"It falls from the clouds," said her mother. "In summer the clouds bring rain. In winter they bring snow."
I will play I have a ship at sea. My ship is sailing. It is sailing on the blue sea. Now it is far, far away. Some day it will come home again. It will come home to baby and me. Many pretty things are in my ship. It is full of bright playthings. They are all for baby and me. Oh, my pretty ship! All its sails are of silk. Its masts are of yellow gold. It sails all day and all night. When it comes back, how happy I shall be. But now it is sailing on the blue sea.
I have a ship a-sailing, A-sailing on the sea, And it is full of pretty things For baby and for me.
There is candy in the cabin, And apples in the hold. The sails are made of silk, And the masts are made of gold.
All the bells on earth shall ring On Christmas day, On Christmas day; All the bells on earth shall ring On Christmas day in the morning.
All the angels in heaven shall sing On Christmas day, On Christmas day; All the angels in heaven shall sing On Christmas day in the morning.
And every one on earth shall sing On Christmas day, On Christmas day; And every one on earth shall sing On Christmas day in the morning.
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One morning Marian looked out of her window. The snow was falling.
"The trees are all frozen and bare. The brook is frozen over.
The pretty robin's nest is full of snow. There are no birds in the woods. Where do the birds go when winter comes?"
"They fly to the sunny South, where the snow does not come," said Robert.
"They will come back to us in the spring. They will sing glad songs and build new nests."
Out in the snow a little bird was hopping.
"See, Robert, see!" said Marian. "That little bird did not fly to the sunny South.
"How cold it must be! Its little feet must be frozen."