The Little Robber Girl
The Boy Who Cried Wolf
AMERICAN INDIAN STORIES
Animal Sketches And Stories
Blondine Bonne Biche and Beau Minon
BRER RABBIT and HIS NEIGHBORS
CHINESE MOTHER-GOOSE RHYMES
FABLES FOR CHILDREN
FABLES FROM INDIA
FATHER PLAYS AND MOTHER PLAYS
FIRST STORIES FOR VERY LITTLE FOLK
For Classes Ii. And Iii.
For Classes Iv. And V.
For Kindergarten And Class I.
FUN FOR VERY LITTLE FOLK
Good Little Henry
JAPANESE AND OTHER ORIENTAL TALES]
Jean De La Fontaine
King Alexander's Adventures
KINGS AND WARRIORS
LAND AND WATER FAIRIES
Lessons From Nature
LITTLE STORIES that GROW BIG
MODERN FAIRY TALES
MOTHER GOOSE CONTINUED
MOTHER GOOSE JINGLES
MOTHER GOOSE SONGS AND STORIES
Myths And Legends
NEGLECT THE FIRE
ON POPULAR EDUCATION
PLACES AND FAMILIES
Poems Of Nature
RESURRECTION DAY (EASTER)
RHYMES CONCERNING "MOTHER"
RIDING SONGS for FATHER'S KNEE
ROMANCES OF THE MIDDLE AGES
SAINT VALENTINE'S DAY
Selections From The Bible
SLEEPY-TIME SONGS AND STORIES
Some Children's Poets
Songs Of Life
STORIES BY FAVORITE AMERICAN WRITERS
STORIES FOR CHILDREN
STORIES for LITTLE BOYS
STORIES FROM BOTANY
STORIES FROM GREAT BRITAIN
STORIES FROM IRELAND
STORIES FROM PHYSICS
STORIES FROM SCANDINAVIA
STORIES FROM ZOOLOGY
STORIES _for_ LITTLE GIRLS
THE DAYS OF THE WEEK
The King Of The Golden River; Or, The Black Brothers
The Little Grey Mouse
THE OLD FAIRY TALES
The Princess Rosette
THE THREE HERMITS
THE TWO OLD MEN
UNCLES AND AUNTS AND OTHER RELATIVES
VERSES ABOUT FAIRIES
WHAT MEN LIVE BY
WHERE LOVE IS, THERE GOD IS ALSO
Jack The Preacher
from Sandman's Goodnight Stories
One morning in very early springtime the big Evergreen Trees began to
talk about the part they took in telling all the woodland flowers that
it was spring.
"Why, if we were not here," said one Evergreen Tree, "who would awake
these sleepy springtime flowers to their duty? I should like you to
"You speak truly, brother," said another tree. "We are ever green and
need no awakening to our duty; but for us the woods would be a
sorry-looking place in the summer. Those lazy crocuses would sleep
right on and on!"
"Yes, and the little violets never would dare show their timid little
heads," said another Evergreen Tree, "when the soft winds begin to run
through the woods. It is then we call forth to all sleeping flowers
and shrubs and bushes: 'Awake! It is time to get up!'"
"And who would tell the Bee summer was on its way?" said another Tree.
"He would never get his work started at all if it were not for us. How
lucky the flowers and all the woodland things are that we are here to
tell them when to get up!"
So the Evergreens talked and bragged about how they preached Springtime
to the woodland folk, and as they talked all the spring flowers awoke
and the insects began lazily to stretch their wings, but it was not
because of what the big Evergreen Trees were saying; no, it was because
they had heard the voice of the little woodland preacher.
And who was he, do you think? Why, no other than Jack-in-the-pulpit,
who gives a talk every spring to all the woodland dwellers on just how
to bloom and how to buzz and when to do it.
Every night for ever so long before it is time for the crocus or the
violet or any early spring flower to bloom, when it is the magic hour
the Fairies come running through the woods and touch Jack on his
nodding little head under the dry leaves and up he pops and begins to
So when the flowers and bees and things heard the big Evergreen Trees
talking they nodded to each other and laughed. "Isn't it funny to hear
them?" said a beautiful yellow crocus. "Those tall trees know nothing
about the real truth of things, do they?"
"Fancy thinking they awaken us!" said another flower. "Why, they
themselves are asleep. They get so used to winter they stand still all
the time, but who is to tell them the truth about our Preacher Jack?
The Evergreen Trees never bend or sway to one side or the other far
enough to see the beauties of our woodland spring. They only know what
the winds tell them."
"Let them think what they like," said a little bush of pretty blossoms.
"It does not hurt Jack-in-the-pulpit if the Evergreens think they are
the preachers of the woods, for all the spring and summer flowers know
that Jack has always been our preacher and the Evergreens haven't any
pulpit to preach from. Only they do not know it."
And so the sleepy old Evergreens thought they were the ones who
awakened the flowers and preached to them about their duty, and no one
ever told them about little Jack-in-the-pulpit, who always has and
always will preach about the spring and summer to all the woodland
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