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Assemble a mini doll sized book: Right, is the Nightengale's illustration and verse. Visitors can collect all the bird illustrations and verse from "Bird Children" to print and construct a small book of verse for their dolls. Simply drag each png. into a Word Document, print, cut out all of the images the same size and staple the pages together at the left edge. Squeeze out some white school glue along the stapled edge of the pages and attach a cardboard cover.
Said Nightingale: "It's not my way
To practice singing in the day,
But wait till all the rest are through
And I will gladly sing for you."
To practice singing in the day,
But wait till all the rest are through
And I will gladly sing for you."
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WHY THE NIGHTINGALE SINGS AT NIGHT.
It was Mrs. Macaw who was giving the party. And Mrs. Macaw was sure her daughter Polly had a beautiful voice. It was a loud voice, to be sure, but beautiful? Well, that would depend upon the point of view. If you can leave the Parrot-house at the Zoo without a headache, then perhaps you could learn to like a voice such as Polly Macaw's.
Now, Mrs. Macaw made up her mind that at this big party which she proposed to give she would have her daughter Polly sing! Only, she didn't put that on the invitation. What she said was: " Music, P. W. S." All the birds wondered what that meant, but said nothing.
Little Miss Parrakeet was quite at her wits' end. Orders for new dresses simply poured in upon her; she had to engage four new assistants (the Woodpeckers) because she had so much to do. As for the Tailor-bird - why, the Peacock's new tail-coat alone would have taken him all his time, let alone Mr. Thrush's spotted waistcoat and Captain Cockatoo's new crest.
One poor bird was not invited. This was little Mary Linnet. She didn't mind in the least, but her papa and mamma were quite indignant. Mrs. Macaw said it was because she was so young, but of course the real reason was that she was such a good singer that Mrs. Macaw was afraid she might outshine Polly.
What should Mrs. Linnet do to get even? Ah! She had it. Although her daughter was not invited, she (Mrs. Linnet) was, so she sent a polite note asking whether she might bring her friend, Madame Nightingale, who was visiting her. "Of course!" replied Mrs. Macaw.
But the night before the party Mrs. Macaw happened to be going past the Linnet house, and heard Madame Nightingale practicing, and the singing
was so grand that she knew her daughter would surely be put in the shade by this new singer. What to do? "I have it!" she said at length, and went at once to little Miss Parrakeet.
She was Miss Parrakeet's best customer. Miss Parrakeet would not dare to displease her. And what do you suppose she said to the little dressmaker? She said: "You must not send her new party dress to Madame Nightingale.
I will pay you for it. When Madame sends, tell her you forgot about
it, or something - anything - only don't let her have the dress."
So Madame Nightingale waited and waited, and her dress did not arrive. At the last minute she was told that the dress had not even been begun. Mrs. Linnet, who went on ahead to Mrs. Macaw's house, was nervous. She told Mrs. Macaw what she was worrying about, but that bad bird replied, "Never mind about Madame Nightingale; Polly will sing."
"What?" said Mrs. Linnet. "Nonsense! You must be mistaken! Why, Polly can't sing, a bit!"
"But it says so on the invitation Mrs. Linnet, it does indeed! You
look when you get home, "P. W. S. - Polly Will Sing!"
"Oh-h-h!" said Mrs. Linnet, and away she flew. Her mind was made up. She had thought of a way of punishing Mrs. Macaw.
The afternoon of the party came. At "The Perch" all was ready, Mrs. Macaw, gorgeous in red and blue and green, Polly simpering, all in white. Captain Cockatoo with his fine new crest, all were there.
But the funny thing was, there were no guests.
For Mrs. Linnet had told Tom Tit to stand at the gate and whisper
to each guest as he or she came. " P. W. S. means, Polly Will Sing!" And as Tom whispered that, each guest turned tail and fled. They all knew what Polly's singing would be like.
For hours and hours the poor Macaws sat alone. Then suddenly they heard cheering, and, looking out, saw all their expected guests gathered outside Mrs. Linnet's house, where Madame Nightingale was singing to them.
The Macaws and the Linnets aren't friends now.
But Madame Nightmgale's dress hasn't come yet, and, as she doesn't like to be seen without it, she does all her singing at night high up in the sky. Henry Altemus Company.
Now, Mrs. Macaw made up her mind that at this big party which she proposed to give she would have her daughter Polly sing! Only, she didn't put that on the invitation. What she said was: " Music, P. W. S." All the birds wondered what that meant, but said nothing.
Little Miss Parrakeet was quite at her wits' end. Orders for new dresses simply poured in upon her; she had to engage four new assistants (the Woodpeckers) because she had so much to do. As for the Tailor-bird - why, the Peacock's new tail-coat alone would have taken him all his time, let alone Mr. Thrush's spotted waistcoat and Captain Cockatoo's new crest.
One poor bird was not invited. This was little Mary Linnet. She didn't mind in the least, but her papa and mamma were quite indignant. Mrs. Macaw said it was because she was so young, but of course the real reason was that she was such a good singer that Mrs. Macaw was afraid she might outshine Polly.
What should Mrs. Linnet do to get even? Ah! She had it. Although her daughter was not invited, she (Mrs. Linnet) was, so she sent a polite note asking whether she might bring her friend, Madame Nightingale, who was visiting her. "Of course!" replied Mrs. Macaw.
But the night before the party Mrs. Macaw happened to be going past the Linnet house, and heard Madame Nightingale practicing, and the singing
was so grand that she knew her daughter would surely be put in the shade by this new singer. What to do? "I have it!" she said at length, and went at once to little Miss Parrakeet.
She was Miss Parrakeet's best customer. Miss Parrakeet would not dare to displease her. And what do you suppose she said to the little dressmaker? She said: "You must not send her new party dress to Madame Nightingale.
I will pay you for it. When Madame sends, tell her you forgot about
it, or something - anything - only don't let her have the dress."
So Madame Nightingale waited and waited, and her dress did not arrive. At the last minute she was told that the dress had not even been begun. Mrs. Linnet, who went on ahead to Mrs. Macaw's house, was nervous. She told Mrs. Macaw what she was worrying about, but that bad bird replied, "Never mind about Madame Nightingale; Polly will sing."
"What?" said Mrs. Linnet. "Nonsense! You must be mistaken! Why, Polly can't sing, a bit!"
"But it says so on the invitation Mrs. Linnet, it does indeed! You
look when you get home, "P. W. S. - Polly Will Sing!"
"Oh-h-h!" said Mrs. Linnet, and away she flew. Her mind was made up. She had thought of a way of punishing Mrs. Macaw.
The afternoon of the party came. At "The Perch" all was ready, Mrs. Macaw, gorgeous in red and blue and green, Polly simpering, all in white. Captain Cockatoo with his fine new crest, all were there.
But the funny thing was, there were no guests.
For Mrs. Linnet had told Tom Tit to stand at the gate and whisper
to each guest as he or she came. " P. W. S. means, Polly Will Sing!" And as Tom whispered that, each guest turned tail and fled. They all knew what Polly's singing would be like.
For hours and hours the poor Macaws sat alone. Then suddenly they heard cheering, and, looking out, saw all their expected guests gathered outside Mrs. Linnet's house, where Madame Nightingale was singing to them.
The Macaws and the Linnets aren't friends now.
But Madame Nightmgale's dress hasn't come yet, and, as she doesn't like to be seen without it, she does all her singing at night high up in the sky. Henry Altemus Company.
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