Three Minute Stories

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Richards Laura Elizabeth Howe. Three Minute Stories

Author’s Note

JOHNNY AND HIS SAND BOX

MONOSYLLABICS

THE NEW LEAVES

GRANDMOTHER’S ALPHABET

THE NEW LEAF

MR. HOPPY FROG

NEW YEAR’S DAY IN THE WOOD

THE NEWS FROM ANGEL LAND

THE BOASTFUL DONKEY (Adapted)

THE CAT’S NAME

SUPPITY SIPPITY!

JOHNNY’S RED SHOES AND WHITE STOCKINGS

THE FOOLISH TORTOISE (Adapted)

THE GARDEN GATE

LITTLE CAT’S VALENTINE

TO MY VALENTINE

MARCH

SOMETHING NEW

MR. SPARROW’S BATH

LITTLE GIRL

HOW MR. PEACOCK WENT TO THE FAIR (Adapted)

LITTLE BOY

FAITHFUL TRUSTY (Adapted)

THE GRATEFUL CRANE (Adapted)

THE KING OF THE FEN (Adapted)

THE SWING

THE TREES

THE LEPRECHAUN

THE DEER AND THE CROW (Adapted)

LITTLE GOLDSTAR (Adapted)

THE BROOM

THE CLEVER CROWS (Adapted)

THE JOHN-BETTY TABLE

THE LITTLE GRAY DOVES

MERRY CHRISTMAS

CHRISTMAS GIFTS

CHURCH-BELLS (Adapted from the German of Froebel. Air: “The Bells of Aberdovey”)

THE BIRD OF LIGHT (Adapted from the German of Froebel)

THE BROTHERS AND SISTERS (Adapted from the German of Froebel)

THE PIGEONS (Adapted from the German of Froebel)

PUSSY AND DOGGY

DICK’S FAMILY

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Many of these stories and rhymes appeared originally in the Ladies’ Home Journal, and were signed either with my initials, or with names of characters in my books. Others were adapted by me from the Indian “Hitopadesa,” or “Book of Good Counsel,” and from two anonymous story-books of a bygone generation, long out of print. These are marked “Adapted.”

The things that belong in the sand box (beside Johnny himself!) are the blue tin pail to hold sand, and the red tin pail to hold water, and the shovel, and the rake, and the old kitchen spoon. The things that do not belong there (some of them) are the woolly dog (because the sand gets all into his wool, and then shakes out on the nursery floor, and Maggie says it is a Sight!), and Johnny’s shoes and stockings (he likes to take them off and sift the hot, clean sand between his bare toes), and the neighbors’ cats.

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“Good-by!” said the New Year. “I shall come again when I am old to see whether you have been a good boy or a horrid one. Remember,

He turned away and opened the window. A cold wind blew in and swept the leaves out of Tommy’s hand. “Stop! stop!” he cried. “Tell me – ” But the New Year was gone, and Tommy, staring after him, saw only his mother coming into the room. “Dear child!” she said. “Why, the wind is blowing everything about.”

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