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that she was tired, but he knew that she was by the way she kept pulling more and more on his hand as she walked. He took her on his back and carried her, and

still holding Catherine in her arms, she laid her head 5 on the old man's shoulder and fell asleep

QUESTIONS AND SUGGESTIONS FOR DISCUSSION 1. Describe the scene of this | 10. How did the crafty landstory.

lord profit by Cosette's 2. Describe Cosette's mistress. leaving? 3. Describe her master. 11. Tell how the stranger took 4. Tell of the cruelties prac I her away.

ticed upon Cosette. 12. Whom do you like best in 5. How did the stranger be this story? Why?

come interested in 13. Do you know that there Cosette? Can you see are many Cosettes? poor little Cosette try Have you ever seen a ing to carry the bucket “ Little Cosette? If of water? Describe so, how did you act? what you see.

Did you make fun of her 6. Tell how Cosette“ played.” or did you help her? If

Compare her play with you ever see another that of the two little Cosette, and do not help daughters of the land her all you can, you lady.

did not really read this 7. How did the stranger give story. You only "went

Cosette a chance to play? through” it. 8. Why did the stranger give 14. Explain the meaning of

Cosette the doll? Tell “Fear drew her elbows

how Cosette received it. close to her hips, and 9. How did the stranger get made her take as little possession of Cosette?

breath, and occupy as

little space, as possible.”

(Lines 4-6, page 266.) 15. What is meant by “ And

while her mouth thanked |

the landlady, her whole little soul thanked the traveler "? (Lines 19 and 20, page 267.)

Victor Hugo, the author of “Les Miserables” and many other splendid novels and poems, and one of the greatest of all writers, was born in Besançon, France, February 26, 1802. Because he wrote attacks upon the wicked French government of his time, he was exiled from his beloved France, and lived for many years in the Island of Guernsey, an island belonging to Great Britain and located in the English Channel. But he kept on attacking the government, which was finally overthrown. He then returned to France, where he lived until his death on May 22, 1885, greatly honored and beloved by the French people.

Pity and need
Make all flesh kin. There is no caste in blood.

EDWIN ARNOLD

If I can stop one heart from breaking,
I shall not live in vain ;
If I can ease one life the aching,
Or cool one pain,
Or help one fainting robin
Unto his nest again,
I shall not iive in vain.

EMILY DICKINSON

THE WANDERING CYCLONE

LAURA E. RICHARDS

Here is a delightful tale of the adventures of a “Wandering Cyclone.” You doubtless know what a cyclone is. Have you ever seen a little whirlwind in the dusty road? Have you seen it whirling along, lifting up the dust like the stem and the top of a tree? Now that whirlwind was just a baby cyclone, for a cyclone is just a gigantic whirlwind, strong and terrible enough to tear houses and barns and even towns to pieces, and able to twist off as if they were matches the trunks of large trees. Sometimes a cyclone will pass through a large wood and twist off every tree for a space as wide as the width of the great whirlwind itself. A cyclone is a terrible thing.

Mrs. Richards imagines that a powerful and mischievous cyclone concluded to have some fun. So he —

... went a-wandering,
And squandering, and pondering,

To see what he could see.” Now read slowly in silence, seeing him, and hearing his “grumbling and rumbling.” Follow him as he tears across America. Follow him as he crosses the Atlantic Ocean, lifting up, as the little whirlwind lifts up the dust, the water into what is called a waterspout, or a column of water, that chases with him across the ocean.

Then he made an “airy leap," and jumped clear over Europe, till he came down again in far-away Asia. But Asia was so big and so barren that he grew bored, and

went on a journey down into Hindustan or India, till he came to “the town of Tra-la-lee" (trä-lä-lē').

He had had poor fun going across Asia, for he seemed unable to find anything that was really worth while to tear up and scatter about.

But suddenly he came to a great Banyan Tree. Now you have never seen a banyan tree. A banyan tree is a wonderful tree that grows in southern Asia, and especially in India. The peculiar thing about it is that the long branches droop to the ground, where they take root, and form a new trunk. In turn, this trunk droops its branches until they also take root. So a banyan tree may have a great many trunks and be itself like a small forest all fastened together, for it is only one tree, no matter how many trunks it may have. So, when the wandering cyclone saw this great tree, covering acres of ground, he said to himself, “Now here's something worth while.”

You have read his adventures through the first four stanzas. Begin now at stanza 5, and find out how he came to grief when he tried to tear up and scatter about the Banyan Tree, and how at last, ashamed of his defeat by a tree, he hid away in a cavern or spelunk (spė-lůŋk'), and was seen no more.

Here are a few words that you will need to know : amplitude: great size.

leerfully: grinning sarcastically myriad (mịr'i-ăd) : very many. 1 or scornfully.

THE WANDERING CYCLONE

A Cyclone went a-wandering,
And squandering, and pondering,
A Cyclone went a-wandering,

To see what he could see;

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Through Hindustan he whirled about,
And swirled about, and hurled about,
Till, sudden, as he twirled about

The town of Tra-la-lee,

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