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Live recital by the Governess

A poetry recital for kids.


the three little kittens they lost their mittens by mother goose read by the english governess

the three little kittens they lost their mittens and they began to cry oh mother dear we sadly fear that we have lost our mittens what lost your mittens you naughty kittens then you shall have no pie meow meow meow then you shall have no pie the three little kittens they found their mittens and they began to cry oh mother dear see here see here for we have found our mittens put on your mittens you silly kittens and you shall have some pie

oh let us have some pie the three little kittens put on their mittens and soon ate up the pie oh mother dear we greatly fear that we have soiled our mittens what soiled your mittens you naughty kittens then they began to sigh meow meow meow then they began to sigh the three little kittens they washed their mittens and hung them out to dry oh mother dear do you not hear that we have washed our mittens what washed your mittens then you're good kittens but i smell a rat close by meow meow meow we smell a rat close by

A poetry recital for kids.


the three little kittens they lost their mittens by mother goose read by the english governess

the three little kittens they lost their mittens and they began to cry oh mother dear we sadly fear that we have lost our mittens what lost your mittens you naughty kittens then you shall have no pie meow meow meow then you shall have no pie the three little kittens they found their mittens and they began to cry oh mother dear see here see here for we have found our mittens put on your mittens you silly kittens and you shall have some pie

oh let us have some pie the three little kittens put on their mittens and soon ate up the pie oh mother dear we greatly fear that we have soiled our mittens what soiled your mittens you naughty kittens then they began to sigh meow meow meow then they began to sigh the three little kittens they washed their mittens and hung them out to dry oh mother dear do you not hear that we have washed our mittens what washed your mittens then you're good kittens but i smell a rat close by meow meow meow we smell a rat close by

Free live recital by the English Governess

Free live recital by the English Governess

The Man on the Kerb Five Little Plays Public Domain Free Audiobooks Alfred Sutro

the man on the curb by alfred sutro this is a librivox recording all librivox recordings are in the public domain for more information or to volunteer please visit librivox.org

five little plays by alfred sutro the man on the curb the persons of the play joe read by mb mary his wife and narrator read by elizabeth klett time the present seen their home in the west end and underground room bare of any furniture except two or three broken chairs a tattered mattress on the stone floor and an old trunk on a packing chest are a few pots and pans and a kettle a few sacks are spread over the floor close to the empty grate the walls are discolored with plentiful signs of damp oozing through close to the door at back is a window looking on to the area two of the panes are broken and stuffed with paper on the mattress a child is sleeping covered with a tattered old mantle mary is bending over her crooning a song the woman is still quite young and must have been very pretty but her cheeks are hollow and there are great circles round her eyes her face is very pale and bloodless her dress is painfully worn and shabby but displays pathetic attempts at neatness the only light in the room comes from the street lamp on the pavement above joe comes down the area steps and enters his clothes are of the familiar colorless shapeless kind one sees at street corners he would be a pleasant looking young fellow enough were it not that his face is abnormally lined and pinched and weather beaten he shambles in with the intense weariness of a man who has for hours been forcing benumbed limbs to move he shakes himself on the threshold dog fashion to get rid of the rain mary first makes sure that the child is asleep then rises eagerly and goes to him her face falls as she notes his air of dejection nothing jay nothing not a farthing nothing mary turns away and checks a moan nothing at all same as yesterday worse than yesterday i i did bring home a few coppers and you the lady gave minnie some food oh bless her for that took her into the pastry cooks joe and the kitty had a tuck out oh thank god and you many managed to hide a great big bun for me the lady didn't give you anything only a lecture joe for bringing that child out on so bitter a day joe as he sits on a chair always so ready with their lectures aren't they shouldn't beg my man never give to beggars in the street look at me i said to one of them feel my arm tap my chest i tell you i'm starving and they're starving at home never give to beggars in the street mary laying a hand on his arm oh joe you're wet it's been raining hard the last three hours pouring my stars it's cold couldn't we raise a bit of fire mary with what joe joe after a look round suddenly getting up seizing a rickety chair by the wall breaking off the legs with this wonderful fine furniture they give you on the higher system so solid and substantial as advertised he breaks the flimsy thing up as he speaks to think we paid for this muck in the days we were human beings paid about three times its value to think of the poor devils poor devils like us who sweated their lifeblood out to make it and of the blood sucking devils who sold it and got fat on it and how back it goes to the devil it came from and we can at least get warm for a minute he crams the wood into the grate got any paper mary mary taking an old newspaper from the trunk here joe that'll help to build up a fire he glances at it then lays it carefully underneath the wood mary gets lamp from table the daily something rather that tells the world what a happy people we are how proud it belongs to an empire on which the sun never sets and i'd sell gibraltar tonight for a sausage with mashed potatoes and let russia take india someone would give me a clarkship at a pound a week there here you go a match mary mary standing above joe handing him one oh joe be careful we've...

The Man on the Kerb Five Little Plays Public Domain Free Audiobooks Alfred Sutro

the man on the curb by alfred sutro this is a librivox recording all librivox recordings are in the public domain for more information or to volunteer please visit librivox.org

five little plays by alfred sutro the man on the curb the persons of the play joe read by mb mary his wife and narrator read by elizabeth klett time the present seen their home in the west end and underground room bare of any furniture except two or three broken chairs a tattered mattress on the stone floor and an old trunk on a packing chest are a few pots and pans and a kettle a few sacks are spread over the floor close to the empty grate the walls are discolored with plentiful signs of damp oozing through close to the door at back is a window looking on to the area two of the panes are broken and stuffed with paper on the mattress a child is sleeping covered with a tattered old mantle mary is bending over her crooning a song the woman is still quite young and must have been very pretty but her cheeks are hollow and there are great circles round her eyes her face is very pale and bloodless her dress is painfully worn and shabby but displays pathetic attempts at neatness the only light in the room comes from the street lamp on the pavement above joe comes down the area steps and enters his clothes are of the familiar colorless shapeless kind one sees at street corners he would be a pleasant looking young fellow enough were it not that his face is abnormally lined and pinched and weather beaten he shambles in with the intense weariness of a man who has for hours been forcing benumbed limbs to move he shakes himself on the threshold dog fashion to get rid of the rain mary first makes sure that the child is asleep then rises eagerly and goes to him her face falls as she notes his air of dejection nothing jay nothing not a farthing nothing mary turns away and checks a moan nothing at all same as yesterday worse than yesterday i i did bring home a few coppers and you the lady gave minnie some food oh bless her for that took her into the pastry cooks joe and the kitty had a tuck out oh thank god and you many managed to hide a great big bun for me the lady didn't give you anything only a lecture joe for bringing that child out on so bitter a day joe as he sits on a chair always so ready with their lectures aren't they shouldn't beg my man never give to beggars in the street look at me i said to one of them feel my arm tap my chest i tell you i'm starving and they're starving at home never give to beggars in the street mary laying a hand on his arm oh joe you're wet it's been raining hard the last three hours pouring my stars it's cold couldn't we raise a bit of fire mary with what joe joe after a look round suddenly getting up seizing a rickety chair by the wall breaking off the legs with this wonderful fine furniture they give you on the higher system so solid and substantial as advertised he breaks the flimsy thing up as he speaks to think we paid for this muck in the days we were human beings paid about three times its value to think of the poor devils poor devils like us who sweated their lifeblood out to make it and of the blood sucking devils who sold it and got fat on it and how back it goes to the devil it came from and we can at least get warm for a minute he crams the wood into the grate got any paper mary mary taking an old newspaper from the trunk here joe that'll help to build up a fire he glances at it then lays it carefully underneath the wood mary gets lamp from table the daily something rather that tells the world what a happy people we are how proud it belongs to an empire on which the sun never sets and i'd sell gibraltar tonight for a sausage with mashed potatoes and let russia take india someone would give me a clarkship at a pound a week there here you go a match mary mary standing above joe handing him one oh joe be careful we've...

A Marriage Has Been Arranged Five Little Plays Public Domain Free Audiobooks Alfred Sutro

a marriage has been arranged by alfred sutro this is a librivox recording all librivox recordings are in the public domain for more information or to volunteer please visit librivox.org

five little plays by alfred sutro a marriage has been arranged the persons of the play mr harrison croxted read by bob neufeld lady aline devoe read by libby gone narrated by elizabeth clatt scene the conservatory of number 300 grosvenor square hour close on midnight a ball is in progress and dreamy waltz music is heard in the distance lady aline davao enters leaning on the arm of mr harrison krogstead lady aleene is a tall exquisitely gowned girl of the conventional and much admired type of beauty put her in any drawing room in the world and she would at once be recognized as a highborn english woman she has in her in embryo all those excellent qualities that go to make a great lady the icy stare the haughty movement of the shoulder the disdainful arch of the lip she has also but only an experienced observer would notice it something of wistfulness something that speaks of a sore and wounded heart though it is sufficiently evident that this organ is kept under admirable control a girl who has been placed in a position of life where artificiality rules who has been taught to be artificial and has thoroughly learned her lesson yet one who would unhesitatingly know the proper thing to do did a camel bolt with her in the desert or an eastern potentate invite her to become his 257th wife in a word a lady of complete self-possession had magnificent control mr crocstead is a big burly man of forty or so and of the kind to whom the ordinary west end butler would consider himself perfectly justified in declaring that her ladyship was not at home and yet his evening clothes sit well on him and there is a certain air of command about the man that would have made the butler uncomfortable that functionary would have excused himself by declaring that mr crocstead didn't look a gentleman and perhaps he doesn't his walk is rather a slouch he is a way of keeping his hands in his pockets and of jerking out his sentences away above all of seeming perfectly indifferent to the comfort of the people he happens to be addressing the impression he gives is one of power not of refinement and the massive face with its heavy lines and eyes that are usually veiled seem to give no clue whatever to the character of the man beneath the couple break apart when they enter the room lady elaine is the least bit nervous though she shows no trace of it mr crocstead absolutely imperturbable and undisturbed crocstead looking around ah this is the place very quiet retired romantic etc music in the distance all very appropriate and sentimental she leaves him and sits quietly fanning herself he stands looking at her you seem perfectly calm lady alina conservatories are not unusual appendages to a ballroom mr crocstead nor is this conservatory unlike other conservatories crocstead turning to her i wonder why women are always so evasive with your permission we will not discuss the sex you and i are too old to be cynical and too young to be appreciative and besides it is a rule of mine whenever i sit out of dance that my partner shall avoid the subjects of women and golf you limit the area of conversation but then in this particular instance i take it we have not come here to talk i beg your pardon crocstead sitting beside her lady elena they are dancing a catillion in there so we have half an hour before us we shall not be disturbed for the duchess your aunt has considerately stationed her aged companion in the corridor with instructions to ward off intruders mr crocstead crocstead looking hard at her didn't you know elene turns aside embarrassed that's right of course you did don't you know why i have brought you here that's right of course you do the duchess your aunt and...

A Marriage Has Been Arranged Five Little Plays Public Domain Free Audiobooks Alfred Sutro

a marriage has been arranged by alfred sutro this is a librivox recording all librivox recordings are in the public domain for more information or to volunteer please visit librivox.org

five little plays by alfred sutro a marriage has been arranged the persons of the play mr harrison croxted read by bob neufeld lady aline devoe read by libby gone narrated by elizabeth clatt scene the conservatory of number 300 grosvenor square hour close on midnight a ball is in progress and dreamy waltz music is heard in the distance lady aline davao enters leaning on the arm of mr harrison krogstead lady aleene is a tall exquisitely gowned girl of the conventional and much admired type of beauty put her in any drawing room in the world and she would at once be recognized as a highborn english woman she has in her in embryo all those excellent qualities that go to make a great lady the icy stare the haughty movement of the shoulder the disdainful arch of the lip she has also but only an experienced observer would notice it something of wistfulness something that speaks of a sore and wounded heart though it is sufficiently evident that this organ is kept under admirable control a girl who has been placed in a position of life where artificiality rules who has been taught to be artificial and has thoroughly learned her lesson yet one who would unhesitatingly know the proper thing to do did a camel bolt with her in the desert or an eastern potentate invite her to become his 257th wife in a word a lady of complete self-possession had magnificent control mr crocstead is a big burly man of forty or so and of the kind to whom the ordinary west end butler would consider himself perfectly justified in declaring that her ladyship was not at home and yet his evening clothes sit well on him and there is a certain air of command about the man that would have made the butler uncomfortable that functionary would have excused himself by declaring that mr crocstead didn't look a gentleman and perhaps he doesn't his walk is rather a slouch he is a way of keeping his hands in his pockets and of jerking out his sentences away above all of seeming perfectly indifferent to the comfort of the people he happens to be addressing the impression he gives is one of power not of refinement and the massive face with its heavy lines and eyes that are usually veiled seem to give no clue whatever to the character of the man beneath the couple break apart when they enter the room lady elaine is the least bit nervous though she shows no trace of it mr crocstead absolutely imperturbable and undisturbed crocstead looking around ah this is the place very quiet retired romantic etc music in the distance all very appropriate and sentimental she leaves him and sits quietly fanning herself he stands looking at her you seem perfectly calm lady alina conservatories are not unusual appendages to a ballroom mr crocstead nor is this conservatory unlike other conservatories crocstead turning to her i wonder why women are always so evasive with your permission we will not discuss the sex you and i are too old to be cynical and too young to be appreciative and besides it is a rule of mine whenever i sit out of dance that my partner shall avoid the subjects of women and golf you limit the area of conversation but then in this particular instance i take it we have not come here to talk i beg your pardon crocstead sitting beside her lady elena they are dancing a catillion in there so we have half an hour before us we shall not be disturbed for the duchess your aunt has considerately stationed her aged companion in the corridor with instructions to ward off intruders mr crocstead crocstead looking hard at her didn't you know elene turns aside embarrassed that's right of course you did don't you know why i have brought you here that's right of course you do the duchess your aunt and...