Harriette Taylor Treadwell - Reading-Literature 2 First Reader

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For years the most progressive educators have been urging that only good literature should be used in school readers. Some authors of primers and first readers have thought it impossible to provide such material within the vocabulary that beginners can learn with ease. Others have used a little real literature with a large amount of unrelated and uninteresting material specially prepared for the sake of word repetition and phonic drill. Experience proves that all children are interested in and enjoy the simple folk tales, which are the literary products of many minds, and which have survived the centuries because they represent universal human experiences and satisfy certain common needs of childhood.

Through countless repetitions, from one generation to another, they have assumed a form marked by simplicity and literary charm. Equally interesting and wholesome are the nursery rhymes and jingles by Mother Goose, Christina G. Rossetti and others. After the Primer has been mastered, these bits of language-play, interspersed in little groups among the stories, add much to the delight of a child's reading book. THE AUTHORS

Once upon a time there were three little pigs.
The first little pig met a man with some straw.
The first little pig met a man with some straw.

He said, "Please give me some straw, I want to build a house." The man gave the little pig some straw. Then the little pig made a house.

Soon an old wolf came along. He knocked at the door and said, "Little pig, little pig, let me come in."
The little pig said, "No, no, by the hair of my chinny, chin, chin. I won't let you in."
The wolf said, "Then I'll huff and I'll puff, and I'll blow your house in." So he huffed and he puffed, and he blew the house in. Then he ate up the little pig.

The second little pig met a man with some sticks. He said, "Please give me some sticks, I want to build a house." The man gave the little pig some sticks, and he built a house.
Then the old wolf came along. He knocked at the door and said, "Little pig, little pig, let me come in."
The little pig said, "No, no, by the hair of my chinny, chin, chin. I won't let you in."

The wolf said, "Then I'll huff and I'll puff, and I'll blow your house in." So he huffed and he puffed, and he blew the house in.
The third little pig met a man with some bricks.
The third little pig met a man with some bricks.

He said, "Please give me some bricks, I want to build a house." The man gave the little pig some bricks, and he built a house.
Then the old wolf came along. He knocked at the door and said, "Little pig, little pig, let me come in." The little pig said, "No, no, by the hair of my chinny, chin, chin. I won't let you in." "Then I'll huff and I'll puff, and I'll blow your house in," said the wolf.
"You may huff and you may puff, but you can not blow my house in," said the little pig.
The wolf huffed and he puffed, and he huffed and he puffed.

But he could not blow the house in.
Then the wolf said, "Little pig, I know of a fine field of turnips."
"Where is it?" said the pig.
"Down in the field," said the wolf. "Will you go with me? I will call for you in the morning. Then we can get some for dinner."
"I will be ready," said the pig.
The little pig got up at five o'clock, and he went to the field.
The little pig got up at five o'clock, and he went to the field.

He got some turnips and ran home.
The wolf came at six o'clock. He knocked at the door and said, "Little pig, are you ready?"
"I went at five o'clock," said the pig, "and I have a pot full of turnips."
The wolf was angry, but he said, "Little pig, I know of a fine apple-tree."
"Where is it?" said the pig.
"Down in the garden," said the wolf. "Will you go with me in the morning? I will come at five o'clock.

This time the little pig got up at four o'clock.
This time the little pig got up at four o'clock.

He went to the garden, and filled his bag with apples. He was getting down, when he saw the wolf.
The wolf was very angry, but he said, "Little pig, are the apples good?"
"Very good," said the little pig. "Let me throw you some." The pig threw the apples far away. The wolf ran to get them.
The next day the wolf came again and said, "Little pig, let us go to the fair."
"I will go in the morning," said the pig. "What time shall we go?"
"Let us go at three o'clock," said the wolf.
The next morning the pig got up at two o'clock.
The next morning the pig got up at two o'clock.

He went to the fair and got a churn. He was going home when he saw the wolf. The little pig was frightened. So he jumped into the churn to hide, and it rolled down the hill. The wolf saw the churn rolling down the hill.

Next morning the wolf went to the little pig's house.
Next morning the wolf went to the little pig's house.

He said, "Little pig, I went to the fair. I met a great round thing on the way. It was rolling down the hill. It frightened me and I ran home." "I frightened you," said the pig. "I went to the fair at two o'clock, and I got a churn. On the way home I saw you coming.

So I jumped into the churn, and it rolled down the hill."