| be cause | an swered | gone |
| (s oon) | dan de li on | live |
| m oon | al ways |
THE STAR
A little star lived away up in sky-land.
At night it looked down at the trees.
It peeped under the leaves.
It looked into the birds’ nest.
It looked long at the sweet flowers.
The little star liked them best of all.
It was always shining on them.
It was always trying to wake them.
One night Mother Moon saw the little star looking down.
“Bright star,” said she, “why are you always shining on the flowers?”
“Because I love them so, mother.
I should like to go and live with them always,” answered the star.
“Do you not love me, little star?”
“Yes, mother dear, I do love you.”
“Do you not love the other stars?”
“Yes, I love you all, but I love the dear flowers best.”
“Then why do you not go to them?” said the sad Mother Moon.
“I will, I will; good-by, good-by,” said the star.
In the morning this little star was gone from the sky.
But a beautiful dandelion was growing in the meadow.