A Day at the Seashore (Little Golden Book)
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The latest Little Golden Book Classic—with a summertime theme!
Nancy and Timmy hop out of their beds one summer morning and help pack their swimsuits and lunch. And then it's off to the seashore! In a charming rhyme, this Little Golden Book from 1951 (then titled A Day at the Beach) describes what preschoolers will find there: "You can catch little crabs—if you're quick! You can draw great big pictures right on the beach with a piece of a shell or a stick." Oh, what fun!
From Kathryn and Byron Jackson, authors of the popular Little Golden Book The Saggy Baggy Elephant, and Corinne Malvern, illustrator of the Little Golden Books Doctor Dan the Bandage Man and Nurse Nancy.
Copyright © 1951, renewed 1979 by Random House, Inc. All rights reserved. Published in the United States by Golden Books, an imprint of Random House Children’s Books, a division of Random House, Inc., 1745 Broadway, New York, NY 10019. Originally published in slightly different form in the United States as A Day at the Beach by Simon and Schuster, Inc., New York, in 1951. Golden Books, A Golden Book, A Little Golden Book, the G colophon, and the distinctive gold spine are registered trademarks of
Random House, Inc. A Little Golden Book Classic is a trademark of Random House, Inc. www.randomhouse.com/kids Educators and librarians, for a variety of teaching tools, visit us at www.randomhouse.com/teachers Library of Congress Control Number: 2008935284 eISBN: 978-0-375-98579-9 Random House Children’s Books supports the First Amendment and celebrates the right to read. v3.1 Contents Title Page Copyright First Page Nancy and Timmy hop out of their beds as early as early can
be. They put on their sunsuits—and hurry downstairs—and eat breakfast in one-two-and-three! “What’s in the basket?” Good things to eat! And the bag’s full of bathing suits, folded and neat. Now Nancy and Timmy are ready to go. “Where?” barks the pup. He doesn’t know that you ride on a bus— and you walk down a hill that smells sandy and fresh—and then you stand still—because down past the bath-houses, down past the store that sells tin pails and shovels, you can just see the shore.
You can wiggle your toes in the cool little waves. You can swim by yourself—if you’re brave. You can stay near the edge and hold tight to the rope, and get used to the splash of the sea. You can watch all the ships that go sailing away, till they dip down the sun-setting place. You can hunt for a whale. Or put shells in your pail. Or throw sticks for the puppy, or race. And when Mother calls “Lunch time!” you’re hungry as bears. “Bow wow!” barks the puppy. “A treat!” And
Nancy and Timmy sit down on the sand and they eat and they eat and they EAT!