"How to Tell Stories to Children, and Some Stories to Tell" by Sara Cone Bryant. Published by Good Press. Good Press publishes a wide range of titles that encompasses every genre. From well-known classics & literary fiction and non-fiction to forgotten−or yet undiscovered gems−of world literature, we issue the books that need to be read. Each Good Press edition has been meticulously edited and formatted to boost readability for all e-readers and devices. Our goal is to produce eBooks that are user-friendly and accessible to everyone in a high-quality digital format.
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Sara Cone Bryant. How to Tell Stories to Children, and Some Stories to Tell
How to Tell Stories to Children, and Some Stories to Tell
Table of Contents
PREFACE
INTRODUCTION
HOW TO TELL STORIES TO CHILDREN
CHAPTER I
THE PURPOSE OF STORY-TELLING IN SCHOOL
CHAPTER II
SELECTION OF STORIES TO TELL
CHAPTER III
ADAPTATION OF STORIES FOR TELLING
CHAPTER IV
HOW TO TELL THE STORY
CHAPTER V
SOME SPECIFIC SCHOOLROOM USES OF STORY-TELLING
STORIES SELECTED AND ADAPTED FOR TELLING
ESPECIALLY FOR KINDERGARTEN AND CLASS I
ESPECIALLY FOR CLASSES II. AND III
ESPECIALLY FOR CLASSES IV. AND V
THE CHILD-MIND; AND HOW TO SATISFY IT
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Sara Cone Bryant
Published by Good Press, 2019
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My three-year-old niece, who had not seen me since her babyhood, being told that Aunt Sara was coming to visit her, somehow confused the expected guest with a more familiar aunt, my sister. At sight of me, her rush of welcome relapsed into a puzzled and hurt withdrawal, which yielded to no explanations or proffers of affection. All the first day she followed me about at a wistful distance, watching me as if I might at any moment turn into the well-known and beloved relative I ought to have been. Even by undressing time I had not progressed far enough to be allowed intimate approach to small sacred nightgowns and diminutive shirts. The next morning, when I opened the door of the nursery where her maid was brushing her hair, the same dignity radiated from the little round figure perched on its high chair, the same almost hostile shyness gazed at me from the great expressive eyes. Obviously, it was time for something to be done.
"What's ti-ly-ta-lies?" asked a curious, guttural little voice.
