Identifier: carrollbrooksrea05carr (find matches)
Title: Carroll and Brooks readers - a reader for the fifth grade
Year: 1911 (1910s)
Authors: Carroll, Clarence F. (Clarence Franklin), b. 1851 Brooks, Sarah C. (Sarah Catherine), b. 1856
Subjects: Readers
Publisher: D. Appleton
Contributing Library: Towson University, Special Collections at the Albert S. Cook Library
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without a handle. These held the hot stuff from the jug, however, aswell as golden goblets would have done; and Bobserved it with beaming looks, while the chestnuts onthe fire sputtered and cracked noisily. Then Bob pro-posed : A merry Christmas to us all, my dears. Godbless us! Which all the family reechoed. God bless us every one! said Tiny Tim, the lastof all. . He sat very close to his fathers side, upon his littlestool. Bob held his withered little hand in his, as iflie loved the child, and wished to keep him by his side,and dreaded that he might be taken from him. —Chakles Dickens. 1)asking : being warmed.—rampant: leaping.—rallied : teased.—credulity: readiness to believe.—hob: a shelf at the side of a fireplacewhere things are put to be kept warm.—simmer: to boil gently.—phe-nomenon : that which strikes one as strange or unusual.—incredibleYigor: unbelievable strength or energy.—themes: subjects.—universal:general.—achieved: performed. THE RUBY-THROAT 107
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THE RUBY-THROAT I was born, began the bird, in a tiny lichen-covered nest, which looked exactly like a little knob ofbark on the limb where my parents had placed it. Theegg ont of which I hatched was only abont the size ofa pea; and in the beginning I was not as large as aJune beetle. Were yon born in South America? asked Peter. Oh, no; I am a citizen of the United States, re-plied the bird proudly. I was born half a mile fromthis garden. I had never been South. So when itbegan to grow cool in the evenings, and a few leavesturned scarlet, and I saw birds of all kinds gatheringtogether in the thickets, I asked another hummingbird, who was older than I, what it all meant. Then, too, I heard the goldfinches and indigo birdstalking about it, and very soon I saw the first excur- 108 A READER FOR THE FIFTH GRADE sion leave for the South: several thousand birds of allsorts—robins, swallows, bluebirds, wrens, orioles, allstarting for southern resorts. Several birds said to me: Dont wait too

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