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Title: The Top That Could Sing Author: Carolyn Sherwin Bailey [More Titles by Bailey] Once upon a time there was a little painted tin top that lay in a toy shop window. It was a most beautiful tin top with a painted stripe of red, and a painted stripe of yellow, and a painted stripe of green. The tin of which it was made was as bright and shining as silver, and it had one little pointed toe upon which it could dance most merrily when its string was unwound. But more wonderful than the colors of the tin top, or the shine of it, or its one little tin toe, was its voice. The very moment that it began to dance it began, too, to sing in a sweet, cheerful humming kind of way. And it kept on singing as long as it kept on dancing, and its voice was never less sweet or less cheerful. One day Gerald came to the toy shop with his mother because it was his birthday and he was to select a new toy. A boy who is to have a new toy should smile, but Gerald frowned. He had so many toys at home that he could not decide which new one to choose. "Will you have a box of toy soldiers?" asked his mother. "No, I'm tired of soldiers," Gerald said crossly. "Will you have a new ball?" asked the toy man. "I don't want any more balls," Gerald replied quite crossly. "Oh, see this game!" said his mother. "Games are stupid," Gerald answered most crossly. "Then, listen!" said the toy man taking the little tin top from its place, winding it up, pulling off the string and then setting it down upon the floor. Away danced the bright little top upon its one little tin toe and as it danced it sang its sweet, cheerful, humming song. Gerald listened. Then the ugly frown left his face and in its place there came a happy smile. He clapped his hands as the little tin top circled, and whirled, and tripped, and hopped around his feet. "May I buy the top that sings?" he asked and his mother said that he might. So they paid a bright ten cent piece for it and the toy man put the little tin top into Gerald's hands. As they left the toy shop, Gerald still smiled and he hopped along beside his mother as he remembered how the little tin top had hopped. And his mother made up a song about it that they hummed softly together: "To and fro, on its little tin toe,
"To and fro on my little tin toe,
Then they went on a little farther and they came to a boy who sold newspapers on the street corner. He had just seen another boy who sold newspapers coming and he had decided to have a fight with him, for he did not want him to sell his papers on that corner. An ugly frown covered his face, but suddenly he saw Gerald with his little top in his hands. "Can you spin it?" he asked of Gerald. "Watch and see!" Gerald answered. So Gerald wound the little tin top and started it spinning by the newsboy's pile of papers. It could spin and sing anywhere, even on a street curbing. Round and round it danced, and it seemed to be saying again: "To and fro on my little tin toe,
"Put your papers down here by mine," he said as Gerald picked up the top and started on. They were almost home now, and just as they reached their own street he heard the voices of his two friends, Peter and Polly, and they were very loud, cross voices indeed. "It's my turn to ride in the cart," shouted Peter. "No, it's my turn to ride in the cart!" shouted Polly. "Peter and Polly, look; see what I have for my birthday," said Gerald. Then Gerald wound the little tin top and started it spinning in front of Peter and Polly. It could sing and spin anywhere, even in front of a little quarreling brother and sister. Round and round it whirled, and it seemed to be saying once again: "To and fro on my little tin toe,
"It's your turn to ride in the cart, Polly." But Polly said to Peter: "Oh, no, it's your turn to ride in the cart, Peter." And that was the wonderful secret of the little tin top; wherever it took its spinning, singing way it made little children glad and gay. [The end] GO TO TOP OF SCREEN |