西方家庭学校原版教材与经典读本?澳大利亚语文套装共6册
这套由澳大利亚教育部门编写的学生教材《澳大利亚语文》,全书共六册。全套《澳大利亚语文》课本，从最简单入门的英语句式、拼写与发音开始，并且附有大量插图，通过趣味而有教育意义的故事，引发孩子们学习语言的兴趣；并向规范、美丽的文学作品过渡，让孩子们掌握语言的艺术，感受本国的人文历史。是中国学生学习英语、全面了解西方社会的很好途径。
This set of school books has been suitably illustrated, and has
been included with a view to making the books attractive to
children by quickening interest through the eye. The main aims of
these readers are:
To instill the minds of pupils such a love of literature;
To impart useful information;
To provide matter of such variety and interest that the valuable
art of reading aloud may be fostered.
To teach pupils to speak and write good English;
To secure a careful gradation of lessons.
A child who has gained the habit of reading for the sake of the
pleasure and the profit that it brings will continue his
self-education after he has left school. For young Chinese readers,
they should benefit more from these books which originated from
the foreign schools.
目錄：
第一册
1 Letters and Sound
2 Letters and Sound
3 Letters and Sound
4 Letters and Sound
5 Letters and Sound
6 Letters and Sound
7 Letters and Sound
8 Letters and Sound
9 Letters and Sound
10 Letter and Sound
11 Letters and Sound
12 Letter and Sound
13 Letters and Sound
14 Look and Say
15 Look and Say
16 Look and Say
17 Look and Say
18 Letter and Sound
19 Letters and Sound
20 Look and Say
21 THE CHICKS
22 THE PICNIC
23 THE GIFTS
24 THE ELF
25 MUD PIES
26 THE GARDEN
27 THE FARM
28 SHY TIM
29 WEE JOE
30 AT THE SEA
31 WHITE MICE
32 OLD SPOT
33 SICK JANE
34 A BUS RIDE
35 THE JACK-ASS
36 THE FLAG
37 THE LOST DOLL
38 FRANK’S KITE
39 THE CAMP
40 GOOD BEN
41 THE NEST
42 THE NEW CAR
43 PAM AND TIB
44 JACK AND JILL
45 FUN WITH AN ELF
46 CHEESE FOR TEA
47 THE TWINS
48 THE LOST PUSSY
49 BO-PEEP
50 BIRDS
51 OFF FOR A RUN
52 THE BUSH-FIRE
53 THE ELVES
54 THE CORN SEED
55 THE MOON FAIRY
56 PETER’S LETTER
57 JOHN’S PARTY
58 A SINGING BIRD
59 THE LAST LESSON
60 WHO?
61 THE SAD TOOTH
62 LITTLE TOBY
63 THE FROG
64 A CHILD’S “THANK YOU”
65 THE WIND AND THE LEAVES
66 A FAIRY CALL
67 THE RUN-AWAY PENNY
68 OUR HELPERS
69 HOW STARS WERE MADE
70 THE LOVE-BIRDS
71 OUR BEST FRIEND
72 THE BEE
73 JACK’S TOYS
74 ANIMAL HELPERS
75 A PET
76 THE SEA-SHELL
77 NANCY’S DREAM
78 A CHRISTMAS PARTY
第二册
1 Count Ten
2 Dame Duck’s First Lessons
3 Tommy And The Crow—Ⅰ
4 Tommy And The Crow—Ⅱ
5 The Wattle Fairies
6 The Cat And The Mouse
7 Good Night
8 The Fox And The Cat
9 The New Moon
10 The Wounded Bird
11 The Swing
12 Two Ways
13 Little White Lily
14 The Man, The Boy, And The Donkey
15 Evening And Morning
16 The Dog In The Manger
17 The Ugly Duckling—Ⅰ
18 The Ugly Duckling—Ⅱ
19 The Clucking Hen
20 The Native Bear
21 A Little GirL’s Dream
22 Peck—Ⅰ
23 Peck—Ⅱ
24 The Lost Doll
25 The Lark And Her Young Ones—Ⅰ
26 The Lark And Her Young Ones—Ⅱ
27 The Little Plant
28 Bell The Cat
29 Who Stole The Bird’s Nest
30 A Father’s Lesson
31 The Train
32 The King And The Ants
33 The Song Of The Magpie
34 The Foolish Monkeys—Ⅰ
35 The Foolish Monkeys—Ⅱ
36 Two Little Kittens
37 The Three Bears—Ⅰ
38 The Three Bears—Ⅱ
39 Mr. Nobody
40 How I Turned The Grindstone?
41 The Lion And The Mouse
42 Which Loved Best
43 A Strange Fisher
44 Smiles And Frowns
45 The Goburra
46 “Share Your Good Things.”
47 Three Little Chicks
48 The Daisy And The Dewdrop
49 The Tin Soldier—Ⅰ
50 The Tin Soldier—Ⅱ
51 A Strange Shower
52 The Lost Puppies—Ⅰ
53 The Lost Puppies—Ⅱ
54 Little Things
55 The Fig-Tree’s Story—Ⅰ
56 The Fig-Tree’s Story—Ⅱ
57 “Don’t Be Selfish.”
58 Words
59 Jack And The Beanstalk—Ⅰ
60 Jack And The Beanstalk—Ⅱ
61 My Visitor
62 Jack And The Beanstalk—Ⅲ
63 Jack And The Beanstalk—Ⅳ
64 The Fox And The Crow
65 Time Flies
66 The Cardinal Points
67 A Bush Fire—Ⅰ
68 A Bush Fire—Ⅱ
69 The Rock-A-By Lady
70 “Obey Your Parents”
71 The Pineapple
72 The Honest Woodman
73 Bedtime
第三册
1 Beauty And The Beast—Ⅰ
2 Beauty And The Beast—Ⅱ
3 Beauty And The Beast—Ⅲ
4 A Chinese Teacher
5 The Lyre-Bird
6 Sweet And Low
7 A Letter To A Child
8 Butter
9 Grace Darling
10 Little Foxes
11 “Faithful Unto Death”
12 Clouds
13 What Is It?
14 Bees—Ⅰ
15 Bees—Ⅱ
16 The Six Brave Men Of Calais
17 Over The Range
18 Cinder-Ella—Ⅰ
19 Cinder-Ella—Ⅱ
20 The Spider
21 The House Fly
22 Christmas In The Old Country
23 A Walk In Spring
24 Our Own Land
25 Florence Nightingale
26 A River
27 A Summer Holiday
28 A Boy’s Song
29 The King And The Figs
30 A Summer Day
31 Half The Profit
32 A Song Of The Wattle
33 The Stone In The Road
34 What Can A Little Chap Do?
35 The Red Garter
36 The Friend
37 The Contented Boy
38 The Quest
39 Letters Of Recommendation
40 The Voice Of Spring
41 The Stag Drinking
42 Queen Mab
43 The Duke And The Cowboy
44 Peg Away
45 A Cup Of Cold Water
46 The Power Of Kind Words
47 The Topsy-Turvy World
48 Twilight
49 The Ogre-Uncle
50 My Shadow
51 A Hundred Crowns For A Song
52 Australia Fair
53 Atalanta’s Race
54 The Hall Clock
55 The Golden Touch
56 The Girl Who Smiles
57 The Wreck Of The “White Ship”
58 From A Railway Carriage
59 The Travellers And The Bear
60 Uncle Jim’s Story
61 Something Each Day
62 The Daisy And The Lark
63 The Ant And The Cricket
64 The Little Match Girl
65 The Watchmaker’s Shop
66 An Adventure With Wolves—Ⅰ
67 An Adventure With Wolves—Ⅱ
68 A Fairy Went A-Marketing
69 The Tar Baby—Ⅰ
70 The Tar Baby—Ⅱ
71 Meddlesome Matty
72 The Gate Without A Latch
73 The Children’s Hour
74 The Slave And The Lion
75 The Wind
內容試閱：
lesson 1
Popet''s Visit to the School
Ⅰ
Ethel Turner Mrs. H. R. Curlewis; born at Doncaster, Yorkshire,
in 1872; arrived in Australia in 1881. Wrote Seven Little
Australians, The Little Larrikin, and numerous other interesting
stories.
[John Woolcot Bunty is a big, awkward, selfish lad of thirteen.
He is of a cowardly nature, and, on account of his meanness and his
want of truthfulness, is at war with the world around him. Even at
home, no one shows any sympathy for him and his troubles except his
little sister Winifred Poppet.
One day at school, when alone, he was tossing up a ball, and it
went through a window. He crept into the room and got it, without,
as he thought, being seen. The next day, when inquiries were made,
he denied having broken the window; but a boy named Hawkins, who
disliked him very much, had seen him coming out of the room with a
ball in his hand, and informed on him. To make the matter worse,
five sovereigns, which had been left on the table in the room, when
the headmaster had been called away just before the accident, could
not be found. Of course, every one supposed that Woolcot had taken
them several months afterwards it was proved that he had not done
so, and he was expelled from the school.
Knowing that nothing he might say would be believed by his
father, and that he would be severely punished by him, he ran away
from home, telling Poppet, however, that, though he had been a
coward and had told a lie about the broken window, he bad not
stolen the money. The faithful little soul believed him; and in
what follows we have an account of her brave attempt to clear his
character in the eyes of his teacher.]
It was in the midst of morning lessons at the Grammar School that
an odd thing happened.
The day was very hot; not a breath of wind came in at the open
doors and windows-nothing but the blazing sunlight that lay in hot
patches on the floor, and slowly baked blackboards, and slates, and
desks. The room was a long one; half a dozen classes
were at work in it, under as many masters; and, at the end, on a
raised platform, sat the headmaster Mr. Burnham at his
desk.
He was looking through exercise books, and his brow kept
crisscrossing 1 with lines of annoyance at the mistakes he met with
and at the noise in the room. He scored a red line through an error
in one of the exercises, and stood up, a heavy frown on his
face.
At the same moment, a very small shadow fell just inside the
entrance door at the far end of the room, and a timid knock sounded
there. Nobody said "Come in," though a hundred and fifty pairs of
eyes went in the direction with the swiftness natural to gratitude2
for any break in the lesson. Then there stepped over the threshold
a little, slight girl-a little girl with a short, holland frock, a
great sun-hat, and no gloves; a little girl with a white, small
face, great frightened eyes shining strangely, and soft lips very
tightly closed. Up the long, long room she went, both little hands
held tightly together in front of her. No one could tell from the
way she walked how her poor little knees were shaking, and her poor
little heart was beating.
For a minute, Mr. Burnham''s frown did not disappear-not till he
noticed how white her face was. "What is it, little girl?" he said,
and really thought that he made his voice quite gentle and
encouraging, though to Poppet it sounded terrible.
"I-" she said-"you-." Something rose in her throat; her face grew
even whiter, and her lips, white too, twitched a little; but the
words would not come. He took her hand-the little, trembling, shut,
brown hand-and held it between his own.
"There is nothing to be afraid of, my child; tell me what it is
you want;" he drew her closer to the desk, and sat down. He seemed
less formidable1 in that position than towering above her-his eyes
looked strangely kind; could it really be the terrible Mr. Burnham
she had heard so much about? The hand he held fluttered a minute,
then her lips moved again:
"Bunty didn''t do it," she said in a whisper.
"Eh? what?" he said, mystified.
"He didn''t do it-Bunty didn''t do it-oh, indeed."
"But who is Bunty? And who are you, my little maid?" Mr. Burnham
said, with a smile that lit up his thoughtful eyes.
"He''s my brother," she said, in a voice that had gained a little
strength. Then it struck her Bunty was not so called at school.
"His name''s John Woolcot," she added, with down-cast eyes; "I''m
Poppet."
Then Mr. Burnham remembered everything, and his eyes grew stern
as he thought of the boy there had been so much trouble with; but
they softened as they fell again on the little, white, eager
face.
"And his little sister is taking up his cudgels2; thankless work,
I''m afraid-eh?" he said.
Poppet was calm now,-the worst part of the ordeal3 was over, and
she had actually gained the dread headmaster''s ear; she must make
the most of her time.
"Won''t you believe him?" she said; "indeed he didn''t do it-oh,
indeed!"
"What?" he asked,-"break the window- tell a lie-anything? Why, my
little child, he owned to it."
"Yes," said Poppet; "he broke the glass, I know; and yes, he did
tell one story." Her face fell after the last sentence, and a
little red crept into her cheek. "But he didn''t take the money-oh
no, no!-oh, Bunty wouldn''t be a thief-oh, not for anything and
anything- oh, indeed!"
The boys were staring at the little white- faced girl at the
headmaster''s desk, though they could not hear what was being
said.
"Would you like to come and talk to me privately?" Mr. Burnham
said.
An "Oh-h-h !" was Popper''s only answer; but the gratitude in her
eyes was so intense, he guessed a little what the ordeal had been
to her.
lesson 2
Popet''s Visit to the School
Ⅱ
Away down the long room she went again, only this time her hand
was being held in a firm, kindly grasp.
"Oh!" she said again, when near the door a great, slouching
fellow with a big head moved to help another boy with a
blackboard.
"What?" said Mr. Burnham, when they were outside; he had noticed
her intense interest.
"Was that Bull-dog Hawkins-the fellow that told?" she said.
He smiled somewhat; Hawkins was not a favourite of his, and the
fitting name sounded odd on the little girl''s lips.
"His name is Hawkins," he said, "and yes; he gave the
information1; but that has nothing to do with it, my child. Now,
tell me what it is you have to say."
He had taken her into a little room the walls of which were lined
with books; he drew up a chair for himself, and one for her, but
she preferred standing against his knee.
Almost she convinced him, so great was the belief in her shining
eyes, so utterly unshaken her trust1. She told him everything; and
he listened with patience and attention even to the smallest
detail2, asking a question here and there, but, for the most part,
letting her tell her story in her own way.
When she told of the good-bye kiss Bunty had given her at the
staircase window, she broke down a little; but he slipped his arm
round her waist, and she shed her tears on his coat-sleeve.
How Bunty would have stared! She showed the dirty scrap of paper
which she had found after her brother had left, and in which he had
declared his innocence, and Mr. Burnham read it thoughtfully.
"If only he had never told a lie before," he said, "then
perhaps-"
Oh, if only she could have flung back her head, and said, "He has
never told a lie in his life, sir; never-never!"
Shame at not being able to do so made the dear, curly head droop
a little; and two more tears forced their way from under her
eyelids, and fell sadly down her cheek.
"I''m sure he never will again," she said, with sorrowful
hopefulness. "But, oh, sir, he couldn''t be a thief! Oh, how could
he?"
"Well, I don''t see how he could be altogether bad with such a
sister," Mr. Burnham said slowly. "What sort of a boy is he at
home? Is he good to you?"
"Oh yes," said Poppet,-"oh yes, indeed!" And it is a fact that
not a single act that disproved3 this came to the little girl''s
mind. She remembered nothing but the times he had been good to
her.
"Twice I was sent to bed without tea, and he brought me all his
pudding in some newspaper," she said eagerly ; "and, when my throat
was so sore, and they wouldn''t let him in, he used to climb up the
creeper if no one was in the room, and smile at me through the
window. And another time I was ill, he sat on the mat outside the
door all night; Meg found him in the morning asleep with his head
on the oilcloth. And, when it was my birthday-I was nine-and he had
no money, he sold his guinea-pigs to one of the fellows-and he
liked them better than anything he''d got-and he bought me a doll''s
pram, because Peter smashed mine through filling it with stones.
Oh, and lots and lots and lots of things! He was very good to
me-oh, indeed!"
Such a flushed, little eager face it was now-such a fluent1
little tongue that told of Bunty''s goodness! The child''s beautiful
trust, affection, and courage had quite touched the headmaster''s
heart. He took a bunch of keys from his pocket.
"You are a dear, brave, little girl, Poppet," he said. "By the
way, haven''t you a prettier name than that?"
"Oh, it''s Winifred1, of course, really," said Poppet.
"Something in a name," he said half to himself. Then aloud:
"Well, Winifred, then, just because you have believed in your
brother, and done this for him, I am going to reward you in the way
I know will gladden you most."
He unlocked a tin box on the table, and counted out five
sovereigns, while the surprise in Poppet''s eyes deepened every
minute.
"Have you a purse?" he said.
"No," she said in a very low tone. It made her feel fit to cry to
think he should give her money, such a large, beautiful amount, for
doing this.
"Because I want you to give this to Captain Woolcot," he
continued, "and tell him I have had reason to doubt whether John
was guilty, and, until I am perfectly sure, it is not fair to the
lad to take it."
How Poppet''s eyes shone! how her lips smiled and quivered! and
how the glad, warm color rushed all over her little, sweet face!
Not a word of thanks she said, and he would not have had it; only
she clung very tightly to his arm for a minute, and hid her face.
When he saw it, he felt he had had more than thanks.
And that was not all he did. He took her back with him to the
schoolroom, and walked up to the raised platform, holding her hand
all the time.
"Boys," he said, in his clear, far-reaching voice, "I have reason
to believe that John Woolcot is not guilty of the theft that you
have all heard of. I wish you to give him the benefit of the doubt,
since he is not here to clear himself. For my part, I believe him
innocent."
How the boys cheered! It was not that Bunty was a general
favourite, though he had his own friends; but they felt it was
expected of them, and it was another break in a lesson to be able
to do so. Besides, they felt a vague pity and admiration for the
little girl standing there, with such a smiling, tear-wet
face.
After that, Mr. Burnham took her all the way home himself. Her
elder sisters went into the drawing-room to see him, and Poppet
slipped away. He told them what the child had done, and praised her
high courage and simple faith. "If," he said, as he took his
leave,-"if all boys had such sisters as little Poppet is, my school
would be a better place, and later, the world. "
From The Family at Misrule, by Ethel Turner.
Kind hearts are more than coronets;
And simple faith than Norman blood.
-Tennyson
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