THE DISOBEDIENT ISLAND.

Island, lying not far from the mainland.

On him there were trees and rocks, but no
houses. He had a son—the dearest wee Island
you ever saw. This little fellow was nestled up
very close by his father’s side, in the water, but,
although he did not wear rubber shoes, he did not
mind being wet at all, nor did he ever catch cold.
On this small Island grew a beautiful oak-tree,
which spread its branches protectingly, completely
shading him from the hot sun. There were also
many lovely flowers there, and altogether it was
avery pretty place. Just opposite the Island, on

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‘ ‘HERE was once upon a time a long, gray