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Title: Little folks in Busy-land
Year: 1916 (1910s)
Authors: Harris, Ada Van Stone Waldo, Lillian McLean
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Publisher: New York, C. Scribner's sons
Contributing Library: New York Public Library
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und about, butacross the loom and back again : Straight across and back again,And straight across I go,Across the loom and back againMy wool goes to and fro. Over, under, and over,Under, over, once more,Across the loom and back againThe wool goes as before. How did the little spider learn to weave herbeautiful web ? inquired curious Clara. There is a story about that, answered the boy. Once upon a time there was a young girl namedArachne who would have been loved by all had itnot been for her pride, not in her own beauty, butin her skill as a weaver. She thought no one elsecould do such wonderful work, so she boasted farand wide that she could weave as well as Minerva,the goddess of weaving. When Minerva heard this she was displeased, soshe changed herself into an old woman and visitedthe proud girl. At once Arachne began to talk abouther wonderful skill. Minerva warned her not to beso proud and so boastful, for surely she could notweave as well as Minerva, the goddess of weaving. 116
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This made Arachne very angry, and she saidthat her weaving was even better than Minervas.Then the goddess changed again to her own formand told Arachne to weave with her. Wools ofdifferent colors were brought, and their fingers flew,back and forth, back and forth, until each had finished. Arachnes weaving was very beautiful, but ofcourse she could not weave as well as the goddessof weaving. To punish Arachne for her pride andboasting, Minerva turned her into a spider. Thespider began to weave a wonderful web: 117 Round about and round aboutAnd round about she spun,Across the web and back againUntil the web was done. Now come and see two children using my horse-reins. Sometimes I weave my reins on a spool,sometimes I braid heavy yarn for reins, but more often I loop strong string to make reins. A prancing horse almost ran into them. Whoa !Whoa! Whoa! cried his driver, a boy about aslarge as the weaver. Whoa, My good horse! Whoa ! Whoa ! Whoa !

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