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A First Reader

Chapter 29: THE SPRING TIME
By Frank E. Spaulding
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Aimed at beginning readers, this book pairs short rhymes, dramatizations, and illustrated readings about nature and childhood life with systematic phonics drills to build sight vocabulary and decoding skills. Lessons emphasize concrete, lively scenes—birds, flowers, wind, snow, play, and simple seasonal episodes—using language suited to a child's point of view. Early sight words introduced in a primer are expanded through engaging repetition and comparison exercises that teach children to observe sounds and letters, gain independent word‑mastery, and read aloud with accuracy and expression. A teacher's guide complements the graded sequence and suggested classroom activities.

full dart ing (r ain)
music   pl ain
wood lands   busy

THE SPRING TIME

Now the days are full of music!
All the birds are back again;
In the tree-tops, in the meadows,
In the woodlands, on the plain.
See them darting through the sunshine!
Hear them singing loud and clear!
How they love the busy spring time—
Sweetest time of all the year!

TOM AND THE BIRDS

One morning Tom ran to mother.
“Mother, mother!” he called.
“The springtime has come!”
“How do you know?” said mother.
“The birds have come back,” said Tom.
“I saw so many in the garden!
They are singing their sweetest songs.
Come and hear them, mother.
The garden is full of music!
Do come, mother!”
Mother and Tom went into the garden.
Robins were calling from the tree-top.
Bluebirds were darting around.
They were darting in the sunshine.
All were singing their sweetest songs.
They seemed to say, “It is time all nests were made.”
They were so busy and glad.
All wanted new nests.
Robin’s nest was in the apple tree.
Blue-bird’s nest was near it.
How glad they all were!
The garden was full of music.
“I love the springtime,” said Tom.
“I love to hear the birds sing.”
“Hear their glad songs,” said mother.
“See them darting in the sunshine!
See how busy they are!
We must be busy like the birds.
We must be glad, too.”