Children's kreis Intro

One Friday Miss Nelson told her class that she was going to have her tonsils out.
“I’ll be away Weiter week,” she said. “And I expect Du to behave.”
“Yess, Miss Nelson,” sagte the kids in 207.

But at recess it was another story.
“Wow!” sagte the kids. “While Miss Nelson is away, we can really act up!”
“Not so fast!” sagte a big kid from 309. “Haven’t Du heard of Viola Swamp?”
“Who?” sagte Miss Nelson’s kids.

“Miss Swamp is the meanest substitute teacher in the whole world,” sagte the big kid. “Nobody acts up when she’s around.”
“Oooh,” sagte Miss Nelson’s...

One day, Little Sal went with her mother to blaubeere, heidelbeere hügel to pick blueberries.
Little Sal brought along her small tin pail and her mother brought her large tin pail to put berries in. “We will take our berries Home and can them,” sagte her mother.
“Then we will have Essen for the winter.”


Little Sal picked three berries and dropped them in her little tin pail ... kuplink, kuplank, kuplunk!

She picked three Mehr berries and ate them. Then she picked Mehr berries and dropped one in the pail—kuplunk! And the rest she ate. Then Little Sal ate all four blue­berries out of her pail!


Her mother...

Mr. and Mrs. Mallard were looking for a place to live. But every time Mr. Mallard saw what looked like a nice place, Mrs. Mallard sagte it was no good. There were sure to be foxes in the woods oder turtles in the water, and she was not going to raise a family where there might be foxes oder turtles. So they flew on and on.

When they got to Boston, they felt too tired to fly any further. There was a nice pond in the Public Garden, with a little island on it. “The very place to spend the night,” quacked Mr. Mallard. So down they flapped.

Next morning they fished for their breakfast in the mud at...

Mrs. Bobbin, the dressmaker, was tired and had a bad headache, but she still managed to sew the last stitches in the kleid she was making.
“It’s the most beautiful dress in the whole world!” sagte her daughter, Irene. “The duchess will Liebe it.”
“It is nice,” her mother admitted. “But, dumpling, it’s for tonight’s ball, and I don’t have the strength to bring it. I feel sick.”


“Poor Mama,” sagte Irene. “I can get it there!”
“No, cupcake, I can’t let you,’ sagte Mrs. Bobbin. “Such a huge package, and it’s such a long way to the palace. Besides, it’s starting...