"
The King turned his head, and seeing Gilligren, who looked very well
in his new livery, he said,
"You are a clever youth, and deserve a better position than that of a
butler's lad. Hereafter you shall be one of my own pages, and if you
serve me faithfully I will advance your fortunes with your deserts."
And Gilligren did serve the King faithfully, and as he grew older
acquired much honor and great wealth.
"After all," he used to say, "that sixpence made my fortune. And it
all came about through such a small thing as a handful of rye!"
The Story of Little Boy Blue
The Story of Little Boy Blue
Little Boy Blue, come blow your horn.
The sheep 's in the meadow, the cow 's in the corn;
Where 's the little boy that minds the sheep?
He 's under the haystack, fast asleep!
There once lived a poor widow who supported herself and her only son
by gleaning in the fields the stalks of grain that had been missed by
the reapers. Her little cottage was at the foot of a beautiful valley,
upon the edge of the river that wound in and out among the green
hills; and although poor, she was contented with her lot, for her home
was pleasant and her lovely boy was a constant delight to her.
He had big blue eyes, and fair golden curls, and he loved his good
mother very dearly, and was never more pleased than when she allowed
him to help her with her work.
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