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Older children handle blocks, beads, rods, rope. A sense of factual values begins to dawn. They have grasped some of the significance of length, breadth, thickness. Color and texture of objects is next identified through running fingertips over sandpaper and velvet, by sorting colored tablets of enameled wood...
...dawn outside, but in the long stables at the New Orleans Fair Grounds where week before last the winter race meeting was at its height, the horses, lying down or standing motionless in their stalls, slept in darkness. The smell in the wooden barns was a smell of hay, liniment and leather. Through these pleasant smells there drifted presently the acrid odor of smoke. A tall chestnut plater flicked his ears and stumbled to his feet, making a sudden muffled thunder in the darkness...
...Gold, Bourbon, Royal Ruby and two western platers, Pik Quik and Flapjack, owned by Major R. Nicholas of Big Horn, Wyo. One hour after the chestnut horse had kicked the boards in his stall at the smell of smoke there were no more screams of burning horses. The reluctant dawn sky had turned bright blue; smoke still curled into the still air; and exercise boys were breezing their colts around the soft dirt track...
...sick. Anxious, sympathetic Earl Russell sat up with her. She howled, he soothed. She whined, he stroked; and she gratefully, feebly licked his hand. Midnight passed. She twitched, shuddered and looked at him with piteous brown eyes. He could not go to bed. When dawn came and then day, he could hardly eat his breakfast-with the old dog perhaps dying. "Hrrm, may I remind Your Lordship," ventured the Russells' sympathetic but firm butler, "that Your...
Good Scotch Calvinists disapprove of Christmas, consider Christmas trees and Christmas presents to be popish and heathen things, savoring of idolatry. Scotch bairns wait for their toys till Hogmanay, New Year's Eve. On New Year's Eve last week, Paisley children were up with the dawn, shouting under housewives' windows...