A wonderful start to the week
ONCE upon a time, early in the morning when the sun was just climbing over the hills and all the clouds were rosy pink, a little child lay asleep in his pretty white bed. " Wake up, wake up," ticked the clock that stood on the mantel. " Wake up, wake up; " but the child did not hear a word that it said. " I '11 wake him up," said a bird that lived in a tree close by the window. " He throws me crumbs to eat every day, and I will wake him with a song." So the bird sat in the tree and sang and sang, " Wake up, dearie, dearie, dearie," till all the birds in the garden waked up and sang with her; but the little child slept on in his pretty white bed. He was still asleep when the wind from the South blew through the garden. " I know this little child," said the wind. " I turned his windmill for him yes- terday, and I will blow through the window and wake him with a kiss." So the wind blew through the win- dow and kissed him on both cheeks, and blew his curls about his face; but the child did not stir in his pretty white bed. " He is waiting for me to call him," said the rooster in the barnyard. " Nobody knows him so well as I, for I belong to him, and I will wake him." So the rooster stood on the fence and flapped his wings, and crowed : — " Cock, cock a doo, I 'm calling you. Wake up, wake up, Cock, cock a doo."