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〃Will you give me the Emperor's gold crown for a song？〃 said the little Nightingale。
〃Yes；〃 said Death； and the little Nightingale bought the Emperor's crown for a song。
〃Oh； sing again； little Nightingale；〃 begged Death。
〃Will you give me the Emperor's sceptre for another song？〃 said the little gray Nightingale。
〃Yes；〃 said Death； and the little Nightingale bought the Emperor's sceptre for another song。
Once more Death begged for a song； and this time the little Nightingale got the banner for her singing。 Then she sang one more song； so sweet and so sad that it made Death think of his garden in the churchyard； where he always liked best to be。 And he rose from the Emperor's heart and floated away through the window。
When Death was gone； the Emperor said to the little Nightingale； 〃Oh； dear little Nightingale； you have saved me from Death！ Do not leave me again。 Stay with me on this little gold perch； and sing to me always！〃
〃No； dear Emperor；〃 said the little Nightingale； 〃I sing best when I am free； I cannot live in a palace。 But every night when you are quite alone； I will come and sit in the window and sing to you； and tell you everything that goes on in your kingdom： I will tell you where the poor people are who ought to be helped； and where the wicked people are who ought to be punished。 Only； dear Emperor； be sure that you never let anybody know that you have a little bird who tells you everything。〃
After the little Nightingale had flown away； the Emperor felt so well and strong that he dressed himself in his royal robes and took his gold sceptre in his hand。 And when the courtiers came in to see if he were dead； there stood the Emperor with his sword in one hand and his sceptre in the other； and said； 〃Good…morning！〃
MARGERY'S GARDEN＇1＇
＇1＇ I have always been inclined to avoid； in my work among children； the 〃how to make〃 and 〃how to do〃 kind of story； it is too likely to trespass on the ground belonging by right to its more artistic and less intentional kinsfolk。 Nevertheless； there is a legitimate place for the instruction…story。 Within its own limits； and especially in a school use； it has a real purpose to serve； and a real desire to meet。 Children have a genuine taste for such morsels of practical information； if the bites aren't made too big and too solid。 And to the teacher of the first grades； from whom so much is demanded in the way of practical instruction； I know that these stories are a boon。 They must be chosen with care； and used with discretion； but they need never be ignored。
I venture to give some little stories of this type； which I hope may be of use in the schools where country life and country work is an unknown experience to the children。
There was once a little girl named Margery； who had always lived in the city。 The flat where her mother and father lived was at the top of a big apartment…house； and you couldn't see a great deal from the windows； except clothes…lines on other people's roofs。 Margery did not know much about trees and flowers； but she loved them dearly； whenever it was a pleasant Sunday she used to go with her mother and father to the park and look at the lovely flower…beds。 They seemed always to be finished； though； and Margery was always wishing she could see them grow。
One spring； when Margery was nine； her father's work changed so that he could move into the country； and he took a little house a short distance outside the town where his new position was。 Margery was delighted。 And the very first thing she said； when her father told her about it； was； 〃Oh； may I have a garden？ MAY I have a garden？〃
Margery's mother was almost as eager for a garden as she was； and Margery's father said he expected to live on their vegetables all the rest of his life！ So it was soon agreed that the garden should be the first thing attended to。
Behind the little house were apple trees； a plum tree； and two or three pear trees； then came a stretch of rough grass； and then a stone wall； with a gate leading into the pasture。 It was in the grassy land that the garden was to be。 A big piece was to be used for corn and peas and beans； and a little piece at the end was to be saved for Margery。
〃What shall we have in it？〃 asked her mother。
〃Flowers；〃 said Margery； with shining eyes；〃blue； and white； and yellow； and pink；every kind of flower！〃
〃Surely； flowers；〃 said her mother； 〃and shall we not have a little salad garden in the midst； as they do in England？〃
〃What is a salad garden？〃 Margery asked。
〃It is a garden where you have all the things that make nice salad；〃 said her mother； laughing； for Margery was fond of salads； 〃you have lettuce； and endive； and romaine； and parsley； and radishes； and cucumbers； and perhaps little beets and young onions。〃
〃Oh！ how good it sounds！〃 said Margery。 〃I vote for the salad garden。〃
That very evening； Margery's father took pencil and paper； and drew out a plan for her garden； first； they talked it all over； then he drew what they decided on； it looked like the diagram on the next page。
〃The outside strip is for flowers；〃 said Margery's father； 〃and the next marks mean a footpath； all the way round the beds； that is so you can get at the flowers to weed and to pick； there is a wider path through the middle； and the rest is all for rows of salad vegetables。〃
〃Papa； it is glorious！〃 said Margery。
Papa laughed。 〃I hope you will still think it glorious when the weeding time comes；〃 he said； 〃for you know； you and mother have promised to take care of this garden； while I take care of the big one。〃
〃I wouldn't NOT take care of it for anything！〃 said Margery。 〃I want to feel that it is my very own。〃
Her father kissed her； and said it was certainly her 〃very own。〃
Two evenings after that； when Margery was called in from her first ramble in a 〃really； truly pasture；〃 she found the expressman at the door of the little house。
〃Something for you； Margery；〃 said her mother； with the look she had when something nice was happening。
It was a box； quite a big box； with a label on it that said：
MISS MARGERY BROWN； WOODVILLE； MASS。
From Seeds and Plants Company； Boston。
Margery could hardly wait to open it。 It was filled with little packages； all with printed labels； and in the packages； of course； were seeds。 It made Margery dance； just to read the names；nasturtium； giant helianthus； coreopsis； calendula； Canterbury bells： more names than I can tell you； and other packages； bigger； that said； 〃Peas： Dwarf Telephone；〃 and 〃Sweet Corn；〃 and such things！ Margery could almost smell the posies； she was so excited。 Only； she had seen so little of flowers that she did not always know what the names meant。 She did not know that a helianthus was a sunflower till her mother told her； and she had never seen the dear； blue； bell…shaped flowers that always grow in old…fashioned gardens； and are called Canterbury bells。 She thought the calendula must be a strange； grand flower； by its name； but her mother told her it was the gay； sturdy； every…dayish little posy called a marigold。 There was a great deal for a little city girl to be su