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These four children have gone out to see the sun set. The sun is high in the sky now. By and by it will set behind the hills. The sun shines in the day time. It helps to keep us warm. It gives us light. When it goes down we have night. Then the stars come out and shine. The moon shines at night, too. But it is not so bright as the sun. On some nights the moon does not shine at all. Do you like to see the moon? Yes, I like to see it. I like to see its pretty light. We can look at the moon; but we can not look at the sun. It is too bright for us to look at. Let us sit here in the shade under our old apple tree. You can look up and see the green leaves and the little green apples. I should like to have one of the apples. I wish you would get it for me, Frank. Why do you want it? It is not ripe. All the apples on the tree are green, and you must not eat them. Do you see how little they are? But the bright sun will shine on them day after day. They will grow and grow; and after a time they will be ripe, and yellow, and good to eat. Then we will come and sit here in the shade, and you may have as many apples as you can eat. Come here, Lucy, and listen. What do you hear in this flower? Oh, mother! I hear a bee. It goes buzz, buzz, buzz! I wonder how it came to be shut up in the flower? It went into the flower for some honey, and then the flower shut it in. Shall we let it out, Lucy? Oh yes, mother; then it can go to the other flowers and get honey. Little Robin Redbreast sat on a tree. Up went Pussy Cat, down went he. Down came Pussy Cat, away Robin ran. Said little Robin Redbreast, "Catch me if you can!" One warm day in June, Frank's father said to him: Frank, I think I will go down to the river and catch some fish." "Oh, father," said Frank, "I wish I could go too. Will you let me go and help you?" "Yes, Frank. Run and; get your hook and line." "Thank you, father, I am so glad that I may go." Here is Frank at the river, with his hook and line. How bright the sun shines on the water! I wonder where all the fish have gone. Frank can not see them. The fish are far down in the water. Frank has let his hook down, and he wishes that a big fish would come and take it. But the fish do not wish him to catch them to-day. They will not come near the hook.
