jjjiy^;. i Patient waiting for the earth to bloom develops a little child spiritually. MONTESSORI CHILDREN BY CAROLYN SHERWIN BAILEY ILLUSTRATED FROM SPECIALLY POSED PHOTOGRAPHS NEW YORK HENRY HOLT AND COMPANY 1915 COPYRIGHT, 1913, 1914, BY THE BUTTERICK CO. COPTRIOHT, 1915, BY HENRY HOLT AND COMPANY Published February, 1915 THE QUINN * BOOEN CO. PRESS RAHWAY, N. J. PREFACE As a student of child psychology and always most deeply interested in the welfare problems that confront us in connection with the upbring- ing of little children, I went to Rome in 1913 to study, first-hand, the results of the Montessori system of education. A great deal had been written and said in connection with the technic of the system. Little had been given the world in regard to individual children who were developing their personalities through the auto-education of Montessori. I wished to observe Montessori chil- dren. Through the gracious courtesy of Dr. Mon- tessori, I was given the privilege of observing in the new Trionfale School where the method could be watched from its inception, and in the Fua Famagosta and Franciscan Convent Schools. I was also given the privilege of hearing Dr. Mon- tessori lecture, elucidating certain problems in her theory of education not previously given publicity. I found little ones of three, four, and five years, 111 iv PREFACE surrounded by the many observers of the first in- ternational Montessori training class, yet so mar- velously poised and self-controlled that they went through the days as if alone. I saw such proofs of the integrity of the system as the instances of Otello, Bruno, and others. The pages which follow constitute a series of pictures of real child types showing Montessori results. As a record of results, I hope they may contribute to the world's greater faith in the dis- covery of Montessori the spirit of the child. CAEOLYN SHEEWIN BAILEY. NEW YOEK, 1915. CONTENTS PAGE DR. MONTESSORI, THE WOMAN 3 WITH MAROHERITA IN THE CHILDREN'S HOUSE . . 13 Showing the Unconscious Influence of the True Montessori Environment. VALIA 26 The Physical Education of the System. THE FREEING OF OTELLO, THE TERRIBLE .... 39 Montessori Awakening of Conscience Through Di- rected Will. THE CHRIST IN BRUNO 54 About the New Spiritual Sense. MARIO'S FINGER EYES 67 Montessori Sense-Training. RAFFAELO'S HUNGER 81 Color Teaching. Its Value. THE GOING AWAY OF ANTONIO 94 Directing the Child Will. ANDREA'S LILY 108 The Nature-Training of the Method. THE MIRACLE OF OLGA 119 Reading and Writing as Natural for Your Child as Speech. CLARA LITTLE MOTHER 135 The Social Development of the Montessori Child. PICCOLA LITTLE HOME MAKER 148 The Helpfulness of the Montessori Child. MARIO'S PLAYS 163 Montessori and the Child's Imagination. THE GREAT SILENCE 176 Montessori Development of Repose. ILLUSTRATIONS Patient Waiting for the Earth to Bloom Develops a Little Child Spiritually .... Frontispiece FACING PAGE Back-yard Apparatus for the Physical Development of Children Is Valuable 28 An Important Physical Exercise of Montessori . . 30 Hand and Eye Work in Connection in Exercises of Practical Life 32 Walking upon a Line Gives Poise and Muscular Con- trol 34 The Kind of Toy Dr. Montessori Recommends for Physical Development 36 Replacing the Solid Insets by the Sense of Touch Alone 70 Building the Tower and the Broad Stair .... 70 A Fineness of Perception Is Developed by Discrimi- nating Different Textiles Blindfolded ... 74 Perfecting the Sense of Touch with the Geometric Insets 76 To Match the Colors Two by Two Is the First Exercise 84 Grading Each Standard Color and Its Related Colors in Chromatic Order 88 All the Colors of Nature May be Found .... 88 Every Child Should Have a Pet 110 The Loving Care of a Dumb Animal Results in Child Sympathy 114 To Feel that Something Is Dependent upon Him for Care and Food Helps a Child to Reverence Life . 116 Building Words with the Movable Alphabet ... 122 Learning the Form of Letters by the Sense of Touch 126 Filling in Outlines with Color to Gain the Muscular Control Necessary for Writing 126 vii MONTESSORI CHILDREN DR. MONTESSORI, THE WOMAN A HOLIDAY in Rome, the Eternally Old, the Eternally Young. A long, sun-dried street that flanks the Tiber is gay with fruit venders who push along their carts of gold oranges, strings of dates, and amber lemons. Italians of the wealthy class mingle in friendly fashion with the native-costumed peasants. Someone starts a snatch of song; a dozen passersby take up the strain. Where the chariots of the Caesars rattled by in yesterday's centuries, there rises a stately row of stucco apartment mansions with terraced gardens where pink roses and purple heliotrope run riot over the hedges and silver-toned foun- tains sing, all day long, their tinkling tunes. Leaving the gay, bright street, you ring the electric bell at number 5 Principessa Clotilde. " Is the Dottoressa at home, or is she keeping holiday, too ? " you ask of the porter. He laughs, motioning you to an almost human elevator that lifts itself and will stop at whichever floor you ask it. ' *4 ; ii '6:'N fT E S O R I CHILDREN " Yes, La Dottoressa Montessori is in in fact, she is nearly always in because of the many people, mainly Americans, who come to see her. And the children come daily to see her as well." The porter shrugs his shoulders, uncomprehendingly, as you enter the elevator and stop at the fourth floor. The popularity of this tenant of his is a matter of wonder to the porter. As a low-voiced maid opens a great carved door and you find yourself in Dr. Montessori's apart- ment, you hold your breath at the modernism of it, Plain white woodwork, fine old rugs covering the stone floors, the soft tan walls covered with a few beautiful tapestries; French furniture and electric lights. The reception room in which you wait might be that of an American home, but a glance out of the open window unfolds to you the heart of the tenant. While her home is in one of the most beautiful and cultured centers of Rome, Dr. Montessori sees daily a tiny, narrow Roman alleyway where the " people " live like bees in a hive and the doorsills throng with little children and their voices rise to her every hour of the day. But you hear a step. You turn. You are face to face with Maria Montessori. DR. MONTE S Sop, I :,'.*' At first you have no words. You have seen her picture in America, but it gave you no conception of the fine, chiseled beauty of the woman who stands before you dressed in severe black that accentuates the marble of the classic features, the depth of the far-seeing, dark eyes. Poise, grace, self-control, sympathy, love of humanity are written on the face. It is as if all the Madonnas of the imagination of the old Italian painters had come to life in La Dottoressa. Overpowering the first glance of courteous welcome, though, that ac- companied her outstretched hand is a look of stern query. Why have you come? Are you another of the curious visitors who have besieged her from almost every nation the past year to try and grasp in a day her method of teaching that she gained only through twenty years of patient, tireless scientific study of the child mind, she seems to ask. But your words come like a torrent now. You assure her that you have made this pilgrimage to Rome, not as an individual, but as the voice of thousands of mothers who have children to be educated. They ask Dr. Montessori, through you, for her message to the American people. As you linger ; : - MANTES SO R I CHILDREN over the words, madre, mother, and bambino, baby, Dr. Montessori smiles. You have set her doubts at rest. She talks fast, eloquently, in her musical Italian, and you listen, thrilled, fascinated. Often you are interrupted, but always by children. Lovely, dark-eyed, courteous little Roman boys and girls they are. They come from you know not where, are admitted to Dr. Montessori's apart- ment quite as if they were adult visitors, and after they have greeted her in their graceful, polite fashion, they quietly run about the room or sit in groups talking together as if the apartment were the popular meeting place for all the children of the neighborhood. You find their interruption and their presence a help instead of a hindrance to your interview. They illustrate by their loving friendship for La Dottoressa and each other, and by their complete self-control, the message that Dr. Montessori gives you to carry back to the American people. She would liberate the children. The American people are free, but American children are not. We have lost sight of the Republic of Child- hood, she says. Through forcing our adult DR.MONTESSORI 7 standards of conduct and teaching upon children, we have closed the gateways of their souls. We must believe that every child, well-born into the world, is going to be good and happy and intelli- gent if we as parents and teachers give him a fair chance. We must stop commanding our children. Instead, we will lead them. Dr. Montessori tells us that we are undergoing a slow but certain change in the social structure of society. Woman is being emancipated from her domestic slavery of yesterday. We are creat- ing a new and more healthful environment for the laboring man. But the American child is still a slave to the capricious commands of his parents, which claim his soul and prevent his free, natural development to his best manhood. In school, too, children are still bound. The vertebral column, Dr. Montessori tells us, which is biologically the most fundamental part of the human skeleton; which survived the des- perate struggles of primitive man against the beasts of the desert, helped him to quarry out a shelter for himself from the solid rock and bend iron to his uses, cannot resist the bondages of the present-day school desk. Curvature of the 8 MONTESSORI CHILDREN spine is alarmingly prevalent among children and is increasing. Instead of resorting to surgical methods, corsets, braces, and orthopaedic means for straightening child bodies, we should try to bring about some more rational method of teaching that children shall no longer be obliged to remain for the greater part of the day in such a pathologically dangerous position. Not only do we hurt child bodies by the con- finement of the school desk, but we wound their souls by ever offering rewards a~ ' punishments, by insisting upon such long j - of absolute silence as are demanded in oui schools, and by imposing upon children a program of instruc- tion that is built, often by law, to be followed by large groups of children. The normal child is he who finds it impossible to follow a program of school work or to obey, unquestioningly, the arbi- trary commands of his parents. He must follow his own bent, providing he does not interfere with the freedom of others, if he is to dig out his own life path. The abnormal child is the one who never resists; he is the child who, without dissent, obeys all adult commands. DR. MONTESSORI 9 So Dr. Montessori, who has discovered a method of free teaching by means of which children from two and a half to five develop naturally and hap- pily along lines that culminate in a spontaneous " explosion " into self-taught reading and writing at four and five years, speaks to the American parent. She begs us to give our children the freedom that is the American nation's boast. Not the freedom that would lead to disordered acts, but that liberty which means the untrammeled exercise of all the rn^al and intellectual powers that are born with the Dividual. About twenty years ago Maria Montessori, a beautiful young society girl of Rome, startled Italy by receiving with honors her degree as Doc- tor of Medicine. The Italian girl of the cultured classes is essentially a home girl. She studies at home, she embroiders, she plays with flowers, she is introduced to society then she marries. That Maria Montessori should desert the quiet, rose- strewn paths of Roman debutantes and, after tak- ing her degree, act as assistant doctor in the Psy- chiatric Clinic of the University of Rome, startled all Italy. 10 MONTESSORI CHILDREN Her work at the clinic led her to visit the gen- eral insane asylums, and she became deeply inter- ested in the deficient children who were housed there, with no attempts being made to educate them. As she studied these helpless little ones, the idea came to her that it might be possible, by putting them into better surroundings, and giving them opportunity for free gymnastic activities and free use of the senses, to educate them. She gave up medicine for teaching and again startled Italy and the world. Her deficient children learned to read and write, easily and naturally, and took their places beside normal children in the municipal schools. Then Dr. Montessori carried her method of physical and sense education a lap farther. If this method stimulated to action the sleeping mind of a deficient child, might it not save time and energy in the teaching of normal children, she asked her- self. At that time, the Good Building Association of Rome was tearing down the squalid, disease- filled houses of the poor of the San Lorenzo Quarter and putting up in their places hygienic model tenements. Dr. Montessori arranged to have the children of each tenement gathered in DR.MONTESSORI 11 one room of the basement, where large, free spaces, didactic apparatus, hot meals, and gar- dens would make it a Children's House. She ap- plied her method in numerous of these Children's Houses and in the beautiful convent of the Fran- ciscan nuns on the Via Giusti. Again the miracle happened. Children of four began to read and write, having taught themselves. There were other wonders, too. These Montessori- trained children were self-controlled, free, happy, good. To-day there are Montessori mothers all over the world. To furnish the right environment for the ex- panding of the child soul, Dr. Montessori urges that every home be transformed into a House of Childhood. It will not consist alone of walls, she tells us, although these walls will be the bulwarks of the sacred intimacy of the family. The home will be more than this. It will have a soul, and will embrace its inmates with the consoling arms of love. The new mother will be liberated, like the butterfly bursting its winter cocoon of imprison- ment and darkness, from those drudgeries that the home has demanded of her in the past, leaving her better able to bear strong children, study those 12 MONTESSORI CHILDREN children, teach them, and be a social force in the world. The new father will cultivate his health, guard his virtue, that he may better the species and make his children better, more perfect, and stronger than any which have been created before. The ideal home of to-morrow will be the home of those men and women who wish to improve the human species and send the race on its triumphant way into eternity. So Dr. Montessori, physician, psychologist, teacher, lover of children, and womanly woman, speaks to us. As one says addio and leaves her and goes down into the blue, star-filled evening of the Eternal City, the night seems to be charged with a new mystery. Rome, who holds in her beautiful hands such good gifts for us art, sculpture, history, painting now offers to us another. Stretching farther than the moss-grown stones that line the Appian Way, she shows us a new road the way that leads to the soul of a little child. WITH MARGHERITA IN THE CHIL- DREN'S HOUSE Showing the Unconscious Influence of the True Montessori Environment IT is so early in the sweet, perfume-laden Italian morning that the dew is still hanging in diamond drops on the iris and roses in the garden of the Casa dei Bambini of the Via Giusti, Rome. The great white room, with its flooding sunlight and host of tiny, waiting chairs and tables, is empty, quiet, calm. Margherita stands a happy second in the wide- arched doorway that makes room and garden melt into one fragrant, peaceful whole. A wee four- year-old girlie is Margherita, big-eyed, radiant with smiles, and tugging a huge wicker basket of lunch that is almost as large as she. She is the first baby to arrive at the Children's House. Ah, but that does not ruffle her composure. She is already alone in her newly-found freedom of spirit. She needs no teacher. 13 14 MONTESSORI CHILDREN She places the lunch basket on a waiting bench, crosses to a wall space where rows of diminutive pink and blue aprons hang at comfortable reach- ing distances for little arms. She finds her own apron, wriggles into it, buttons it at the back. She is ready for the day. What shall come first in Margherita's day? So much is in store for her, waiting for her eager finger tips, her electric-charged soul. As her great brown eyes slowly trail the room and the colorful garden outside, it is as if she were making a soul search for that " good thing " which will be her first silent teacher. Her glance lingers on the ter- raced rows of flowers, the tinkling fountain in the center. She has found the object of her search. She runs no, she floats, for such complete phys- ical control of her limbs has this four-year-old baby to the garden, and kneels there, looking up at a redolent, yellow rose that has opened in the night. She does not touch it; she only looks and breathes and wonders. She has watched for this unfolding daily, waiting with sweet patience far the branch to burst into bud and the bud to unfold into bloom. She has tugged a vase of water each morning to offer drink to the roots. Now her MONTESSORI ENVIRONMENT 15 patience and her service are rewarded. As she kneels there looking up into the petals of the gold flower, her small hands clasped over her breast with devotional ecstasy, Nature opens her heart to the heart of a little child. Many rapturous minutes the baby kneels. Then she flies back to the room again and glances at it with the critical eye of a housekeeper. Here she flicks away a speck of dust, there she picks up a scrap of paper from the stone floor. She peeps into the wall cabinets that hold the Montessori didactic materials to see if the gay buttoning, lacing, and bow-tying frames, the fascinating pink blocks of the tower, the frames of form insets are all in their places. In the meantime the Signorina directress comes. Bruno, of five, arrives, bringing with him his t wo- and-a-half -year-old brother. More toddlers trail in, two and a half, three, four, four and a half years old, and button themselves into their pink and blue aprons. Independent, po- lite, joyous little children of the Caesars they are, each with his or her own special happy task in mind in coming to the Children's House this blue day. The wee-est toddlers drag out soft-colored rugs, 16 MONTESSORI CHILDREN orange, dull green, deep crimson, and spread them on the wide white spaces of the sun-flecked stone floor. Here they build and rebuild the enchanting intricacies of the tower of blocks, the broad stair of blocks, and the red and white rods of the long stair, chanting to themselves as they unconsciously measure distances and make mental comparisons: " big, little ; thick, thin ; long, short." Children of three and a half and four take from the cabinets boxes of many-colored, silk-wound spools, which they sort and lay upon the little tables in chromatic order until a rainbow-tinted mass lies before their pigment-loving eyes. From the bright scarlet of poppies to the faint blush of pale pink coral, from the royal purple of the tall, spiked Roman iris to the amethyst tint of a wild orchid, they make no mistake in the intermediate color gradations. Other children of four and over finger with intelligent, trained skill the geo- metric forms; circles, triangles, squares that they are learning to recognize through the " eyes in their fingers," and which will help them to see with the mind's eye the form that makes the beauty of our world. Small Joanina, in her corner, runs her forefinger with the greatest delicacy of touch MONTESSORI ENVIRONMENT 17 a dozen times around a circle. Then she fits it in its place in the form board, takes it out and fits it in again. Then she looks up, a new light in her eyes, darts out into the garden and walks slowly about the fountain, running her finger around its deep basin. " Signorina, Signorina ! " she calls. " The fountain is a circle. I can see a pebble that is a circle, too. I see many circles ! " So the children learn through the exercise of the senses. But Margherita? All this time she has flitted from one task to another. She found an outlined picture of clover leaves and colored it with dainty pencil strokes, making the leaves deep green and the background paler, and handling her pencil with careful skill. Then she took a box of white cards on which are mounted great black letters, cut from fine sandpaper. Holding each card in her left hand, she traced the form of the letter with her right forefinger, closed her eyes, traced its form again, repeated the letter's name to herself in a whisper, sat silently a second. As the Signorina directress moves from child 18 MONTESSORI CHILDREN to child, smiling encouragement, showing Bruno's baby brother's clumsy fingers how to slip a button through a buttonhole, helping Joanina to find a new form, the square, she watches Margherita. " This may be a white day in the child's mind growth," she thinks, but she does not suggest, or hurry the miracle. She only waits, hopes, watches. Silence is written on the blackboard. Three hours have passed in which over thirty children, barely out of babyhood, have worked inces- santly at many different occupations, have moved gracefully and with complete freedom about the room, have changed occupations as often as they wished, have not once quarreled. But now, out of the ordered disorder, comes a marvelous hush. No word is spoken, but one baby after another, glancing the written sign, drops back with closed eyes into a hushed silence in which the whir of bird wings in the garden, the fluttering of case- ment hangings, the far-away sound of a bell are audible. Even Bruno's baby brother struggles not to make a clattering noise with his little chair. No one has said to this two-year-old, " Be still." Rather, has he been inspired to feel stillness. Out of the restful calm of the room comes the MONTESSORI ENVIRONMENT 19 whispered call of the Signorina : " Bruno, Piccola, Maria, Joanina, Margherita ! " Lightly, noise- lessly, joyously the children come and huddle in a hushed group about the directress. She has called to the soul of each child, she has com- mended them for their self-taught lesson in control. As the work with the didactic materials is taken up again, Margherita sits in a little chair for a space, quiet, reflective. Her lips move, her fingers trace signs in the air and on the table before her. The Game of Silence has helped this four- year-old with her spirit unfolding. Now, with a sudden impulse, she darts to the blackboard, seizes a piece of chalk, writes. "Ma-ma! Ma-ma!" Margherita writes it a dozen times in clear, flowing script with breathless, eager strokes. " Signorina, Signorina, I write I write about my mother. I write! " she joyously interpolates. The other children look up with sympathetic interest, some leaving their work to crowd about the victorious Margherita. All of them voice their sympathy. " Margherita writes," they say. With the older ones who have already reached this wonder 20 MONTESSORI CHILDREN lap in their education there is a note of non- chalance. " We also write," they seem to say. With the tiny ones there is a note of hopeful promise. " Some day we, too, will find that we can write," they seem to say. Margherita covers the blackboard with clear, big script. She erases it all for the sheer joy of assuring herself that she is able to write it all over again. When the luncheon hour comes, she looks back longingly at the blackboard as she lays plates on the little tables with dainty precision, places knife, fork, and spoon deftly, carries five tumblers at a time on a tray without dropping one, and passes a tureen of hot soup that is so large as to almost hide her small self. Even the happiness of being one of such a happy " party," of eating one's lunch of peas and sweet wheat bread and soup in the Children's House, does not wholly satisfy Margherita to-day. Her big brown eyes are raised continually to her first written word. Luncheon over, the children, with balls, hoops, and toys, romp out for an hour's play in the garden. MONTESSORI ENVIRONMENT 21 " Margherita," Bruno calls. " Come, we will have The Little One for a donkey, and I will harness him with you, who may be the horse!" But the little girl, usually the first to start a game, does not hear. She is seated under the rosebush as if she were telling her rose the wonder that has come to her to-day. She and the rose have unfolded together. So it is with all Mon- tessori children. They open their souls as flowers do, naturally, freely, surely. Margherita is your child as well as the precious bambino of her Roman mother. Children the world over, from sun to sun, from pole to pole, are the same in these plastic first years of mind growth. They have the same insatiable desire to do, to touch, to be free in activity. Not always understanding the little child's hereditary way of grasping knowledge, we wound his spirit by crush- ing these natural instincts. We say, " don't touch" " be still" because the activities of our small Margheritas and Brunos interfere with our adult standards of living. Dr. Montessori has discovered that to say, " don't touch" " be still" to a child is a crime. 22 MONTESSORI CHILDREN Such commands are the keen-edged daggers that kill the child soul. It is possible that some time will elapse before Dr. Montessori's system of setting the clockwork of the little child's mind running automatically, of opening the floodgates of the child soul can be adopted in their entirety in our American school. We are so used to thinking of a school as a crowded place of many desks, where children must remain, bound physically and mentally by the will of the teacher and the relentless course of study, that a Montessori schoolroom where, as Dr. Mon- tessori herself expresses it, children may move about usefully, intelligently, and freely, without committing a rough or rude act, seems to us im- possible. We even prescribe and teach imagina- tive plays to our children as if it were possible for any outside force to mold that wonderful mind force by means of which the mind creates the new out of its triumphant conquest of the world through the senses. Ideal Montessori schools may be our hope of to- morrow, but to make of a home a Children's House is the fact of to-day. To bring about Montessori development in the MONTESSORI ENVIRONMENT 23 home is not alone a matter of buying the didactic materials and then offering them to your Mar- gherita and looking for their future miracle work- ing. This would mean stimulating lawlessness in- stead of freedom. Many of our children already play with squares and circles without seeing how squares and circles make beauty in the architecture of our cities. Many of our children grow up side by side with opening roses without unfolding with them. We would most of us rather button on our babies' aprons, tie their bibs, feed them, than lead them into the physical independence that comes from doing these things themselves. We wish children to be obedient, but instead of estab- lishing principles of good in their minds which they will follow freely, if we only give them a chance, we command, and expect unreasoning obe- dience to our injustice. A Children's House in every home will be a place where the mother is imbued with the spirit of the investigator. She watches her children, ask- ing herself why they act along certain lines. She leads instead of ruling. She will teach her chil- dren physical independence as soon as they can toddle. To know how to dress and undress, to 24 MONTESSORI CHILDREN bathe, to look quickly over a room to see if it is in order, to open and close doors and move little chairs, tables, and toys quietly, to care for plants and pets these are simple physical exercises which help to keep children free and good. She will provide her Children's House with materials for sense-training. She will lead her children by simple, logical steps into preparation for early mastery of reading and writing. The first step, however, in giving the American child a chance to develop along the self-active, natural lines of Margherita is to fill our homes with the spirit of Montessori. We will have un- limited patience with the mistakes and idiosyncra- sies of childhood, remembering that we do not aim to develop little men and women but only as nearly perfect children as we can. We will endeavor to surround ourselves with those influences of love and charity and beauty and simplicity which it will be good for our children to feel as well. We will offer the children the best food, the greatest amount of air, the brightest sunshine, the least breakable belongings, the most encouragement, the minimum of coercion. Our attitude toward the child will be that of MONTESSORI ENVIRONMENT 25 the physician to whom the slightest variation of a symptom is a signal for a change of treatment, to whom a fraction of progress measures a span. A careful home record of the child's mental, moral, and physical gain should be kept, and it will be radiantly discovered that the removal of the bur- den of force and coercion from the shoulders of the little child will give him an impetus, not only to mind growth, but to the attaining of greater bodily strength. Much misunderstanding of the system of Mon- tessori has come about through our too lavish in- terpretation of the word freedom as lawlessness. It should be interpreted, rather, as self -direction. The home in which the children are provided with good living conditions, in which it is made possi- ble for them to grow naturally, where their long- ing to see and touch and weigh and smell and taste is satisfied as far as can be arranged, and where they are led to be as independent of adult help as possible, is laying the foundation for the edu- cation of Montessori. VALIA The Physical Education of the System VALIA was her mother's little stranger. Al- though the mother had borne and fondled and bathed and clothed and undressed the pink flesh that held the baby soul, she did not know that flesh. And Valia grew to be three years old, fat and good, but with little bent limbs and a tired- out spine and clumsy, fumbling fingers. " Sit in your chair, Valia. That is what chairs are made for," Valia's mother admonished at home when the baby joyfully pranced across the floor on " all fours " or lay prone at play with her toys. "Walk in the garden path like a little lady," she urged, when Valia, taken out for a walk, climbed to the lowest railing of an adjacent fence and walked along it, sideways, or hung from the top, her fat legs swinging in the air. " Do not jump; to jump is noisy and unbecom- PHYSICAL EDUCATION 27 ing in little girls," the mother commanded, as Valia, brought to the Trionfale Children's House in Rome, hopped gayly up and down the wide stone steps. But the directress of the school had no word of reproof for baby Valia. She looked at the bent legs that could hardly hold the weight of the plump body, she glanced at the powerless baby hands that could not clutch with any force the handles of a toy wheelbarrow which another child offered Valia for her play. " You have not noticed the baby's limbs," the directress suggested. The mother's eyes trailed the school yard where Valia struggled to keep up with the other sturdy little men and women who trundled their toy wheel- barrows up and down in long happy lines. She shrugged her shoulders. " Perhaps they are crooked, but what can one do to the body of a bambino but feed and cover it?" she asked in discouraged query. " Ah, La Dottoressa tells us," the directress re- plied simply. "We can know the body of the little child." 28 MONTESSORI CHILDREN The education of Valia's muscles was begun that very day, that instant. In the school garden the little maid found her way with the other children to an immediately fascinating bit of gymnastic apparatus ; a section of a low fence it looked, its posts sunk deeply into the ground so as to make it strong and durable. It was the right height for small arms to reach the top rail, which was round, smooth, and easily grasped by small hands. Here Valia hung, her limbs suspended and at rest, for long periods. Sometimes she pulled her body up so that her waist was level with the upper railing. It was a new game, one could climb a fence without being chided for it. Valia did not know, but Dr. Montessori did, that little children climb fences, pull back when we lead them, and try to draw themselves up by clinging to furniture because they need this form of physical exercise to bring about har- monious muscular development. Valia's body was developing at an enormously greater rate than her limbs. The height of your baby's torso at one year is about sixty-five per cent, of its total stature, at two years is sixty-three per cent., at three years is sixty-two per cent. But the limbs Back-yard apparatus for the physical development of children is valuable. PHYSICAL EDUCATION 29 of the baby, ah, these develop much more slowly. To hang from the top railing of a fence straightens the spine, rests the short limbs by removing the weight of the torso, and helps the hands to pre- hensive grasping. So Dr. Montessori invented and uses this bar apparatus with the children at Rome and recommends its use in American nurs- eries and playrooms. The next Montessori exercise for Valia was a simple, rhythmic one walking on a line to secure bodily poise and limb control. It was just another game for a child, full of happy surprise, too, for she never knew when the sweet notes of the piano in the big rooms of the Children's House would tinkle out their call to the march. But when the pianist played a tune that was simple and repeated its melody over and over again and was marked in its rhythm, Valia and Otello and Mario and all the other babies put away their work and fluttered like wind-blown butterflies over to the place where a big circle was outlined in white paint on the floor. To march upon this line, now fast, now slowly, sometimes with the lightness of a fairy and then with the joyously loud tramp of a work horse, oh, how SO MONTESSORI CHILDREN delightful! Sometimes the music changed to the rhythm of running or a folk-dance step, and this gave further delight to the little ones. At first, Valia could not find the white circle of delight. Her fat feet refused to obey the im- pulse of her eagerly musical soul. But with the days she found poise and grace and erectness and the crooked limbs began to straighten themselves. She sat, for hours at a time, in a patch of sunlight on the floor, using her incompetent little fingers in some of the practical exercises of every- day living. The directress gave her a stout wooden frame, to which were fastened two soft pieces of gay woolen stuff, one of which was pierced with buttonholes and the other having large bone buttons. Valia worked all one morning before she was able to fit each button in its cor- responding buttonhole, but when she did accom- plish this, the triumph was a bit of wonder-work- ing in Valia's control of herself. It started her on the road to physical freedom. Happy in her new accomplishment, she mastered all the other dressing frames ; the soft linen with pearl buttons that was like her underlinen, the leather through which one thrust shoe buttons An important physical exercise of Montessori. PHYSICAL EDUCATION 31 with one's own button hook, or laced from one eye- let to another, the lacing on cloth like her mother's Sunday bodice of green velvet, the frames of linen with large and small hooks and eyes, the frame upon which were broad strands of bright-colored ribbon to be tied in a row of smart little bows. Daily, simple physical exercises such as these; hand and eye co-ordination, exercises in poise, stretching, rest for the limbs and freedom for the spine and torso slowly transformed Valia from a lump of disorganized, putty-like flesh to an erect, graceful, self-controlled little woman. " What have you done to my Valia ? " asked the mother as she waited at the school door for her little one a few months later. " She dresses the young bambino at home and buttons her own shoes. She no longer stumbles all day long but stands well on her feet. She helps me to lay the evening meal and carries a dish of soup, full, to the place of her father. I do not understand it. Did you punish her for climbing and being clumsy ? " " No." The directress of the Children's House lays a kind hand on Valia's curly head as she explains. " We did not punish Valia. We gave 32 MONTESSORI CHILDREN her a fence upon which to climb and we let her tumble about on the floor when she was tired, and we helped her to find her feet and her fingers." Dr. Montessori tells us that there is a little Valia in every home. The child from one to three and four years of age is in need of definite physical exercises that will tend to the normal development of physiological movements. We ordinarily give the little child's body slight thought. Then, in the schools, we gather older children into large classes, and by a series of collective gymnastics in which the commands of the teacher check all spontaneity, we try to secure poise and self-control and grace for the child body. Gymnastics for the home will accomplish this result, Dr. Montessori tells us, and these include simple exercises such as one sees in the Children's Houses. They are planned taking into account the biology of the body of the child from birth to six years of age the child who has a torso greatly developed in comparison with his lower limbs. They have for their basis these goals : Helping the child to limb development and con- trol. Hand and eye work in connection in exercises of practical life. PHYSICAL EDUCATION 33 Helping the child to proper breathing and articulate speech. Helping the child to achieving the practical acts of life; dressing, carrying objects without dropping, and the resulting co-ordination of hand and eye. To bring about this physical development, Dr. Montessori has planned and put into the Chil- dren's Houses in Rome certain very simple physi- cal exercises, so simple as to seem to us almost obvious, but the results in child poise, control, and grace have drawn the attention of the entire world. These exercises include: Swinging and " chinning " on a play fence, modeled after a real fence or gate. Climbing and jumping from broad steps, a flight of wooden steps being built for the purpose. Ascending and descending a short flight of circular steps, these steps built for the ex- ercise at slight expense. Climbing up and down a very short ladder. Stepping through the rungs of the ladder as it is laid upon the ground or the floor. 34 MONTESSORI CHILDREN Rhythmic exercises carried out upon a line; walking slowly or fast, softly and heavily, on tiptoe, running, skipping, and dancing in time to music. These exercises may be done by utilizing the long, straight cracks in a hardwood floor, the seams in a carpet, by strewing grain or making a snow line out of doors. Exercises in practical life, the most important of these being brought about by the use of the dressing frames included in the Mon- tessori didactic materials, and including : but- toning on scarlet flannel, linen, and leather, lacing on cloth and leather, fastening hooks and eyes and patent snaps, and tying bow- knots. Other materials used in these exer- cises are : brooms and fascinating little scrub- bing brushes and white enamel basins with which the children help to make the school- room tidy in the morning. And the children are taught to open and close doors and gates softly and gracefully and to greet their friends politely and with courtesy. Physical training brought about through play with a few toys that stimulate healthful mus- Walking upon a line gives poise and muscular control. PHYSICAL EDUCATION 35 cular exercises and deep breathing. These toys include rather heavy toy wheelbarrows, balls, hoops, bean bags, and kites. Breathing exercises. For these, Dr. Montessori recommends the march, in which the little ones sing in time to the rhythmic movement of their feet, an exercise in which deep breathing brings about lung strength. She recommends also the singing circle games of Froebel. She leads the children to practice such simple respiratory exercises as, hands on hips, tongue lying flat in the mouth and the mouth open, to draw the breath in deeply with a quick lowering of the shoulders, after which it is slowly expelled, the shoulders re- turning slowly to their normal position. Exercises for practice in enunciation, including careful phonic pronunciation of the sounds of the vowels and consonants and the first sylla- bles of words. This practice in the co-ordina- tion of lips, tongue, and teeth not only helps the child to clear speech but leads to a quicker grasp of reading. Each of these physical exercises has its basis in child interest. Your toddler instinctively pulls 36 MONTESSORI CHILDREN and climbs, stretches, and scrambles about on the floor, longs to dress his own fascinating, wee body, and play into the activities of the home. He loves marked, rhythmic music and longs to hear those jingles and nonsense ditties of childhood's literature in which syllabic sounds are emphasized and repeat themselves. 66 Not commands, but freedom ; not teaching, but observation," Dr. Montessori begs of mothers. So she has taken these instinctive activities of the little child and, using them as a basis, she has built upon them her system of physical training for the baby, a system that needs no bidding, " Do this," because all children love to climb fences and play with buttons and stretch little limbs on the floor, and keep time to rhythmic music. Every Thursday morning a crowd of thirty or forty eager tourists from all over !:he world wait with impatience to be admitted to the Montessori school on the Via Giusti, Rome. Silently, led by a white-robed sister, they enter the schoolroom and seat themselves in quiet expectant rows to watch the miracle of Montessori physical freedom. A hush, a tinkle of child laughter, and the babies flock in from the garden. Noiselessly, gracefully, The kind of toy Dr. Montessori recommends for physical development. PHYSICAL EDUCATION 37 with no rude jostling or crowding and alone they greet each visitor with outstretched hands. Then, like a bevy of little men and women, eager to work, eager to achieve, they hasten to the cab- inets that hold the didactic materials, to choose their material for the day. Nothing drops, noth- ing is broken, no child hurts his neighbor in his haste, and they find their places, some stretched out on the floor, some seated at the white tables. When the hour for the midday meal comes, the materials are as carefully put back in their places in the cabinet and the little ones lay the tables for luncheon. To see a child balance a tray that holds five filled tumblers, to see another child bring in a huge bowl of warm soup and serve it with no mishaps, these interest curious sightseers as much as the Roman Colosseum or the Roman baths. But isn't, after all, the child who has come, by natural steps, to this control of his mind and body the normal child? Are not our children, whom we feed and dress and lead and fasten into high chairs, the abnormal ones? It is vastly easier to lace a child's shoes, to hold his hand when he goes up and down steps, to fetch and carry for 38 MONTESSORI CHILDREN him, than to teach him this muscular co-ordina- tion, but it is just this careful teaching of the simple things of life that makes the Montessori child a sight for tourists. " What makes these children so good? " I heard a visitor ask her neighbor one morning as she watched the Via Giusti little ones. A number of factors contribute to the goodness of the Montessori child, but one of the most im- portant of these is that he " knows himself." He knows his body, what it can do and what it must not do. This physical freedom leads naturally and surely to freedom of the spirit. THE FREEING OF OTELLO, THE TERRIBLE Monte ssori Awakening of Conscience Through Directed Will HE was so wee a bambino to have absorbed so much brutality in his heart. Not quite three sum- mers and winters old was Otello when his mother pushed him across the threshold of the big, cool, white room of the Trionfale Public School at Rome that houses a Montessori Children's House. There she left him after a volley of guttural speech that told the little dark-eyed girl directress how un- controlled and passionate was this baby of Rome, a quaint little " man " in stuff dress and bare legs and torn shoes who looked with stolid wonder into the happy eyes of the other babies. At first it seemed as if the mother were right. In an awed whisper to Dr. Montessori the girl directress spoke of Otello as " the terrible." He met love with apparent hate, kindness with malevo- lence, sociability with taciturn aloofness. Did 39 40 MONTESSORI CHILDREN little Mario with painstaking effort lay a carpet of beautifully tinted color spools in careful order on his table ; then Otello swooped down from his watchful corner and with one sweep of his fat hand wrought confusion in the beauty. Did a stone lie, harmless, in the school garden ; Otello found it and used it with dire results. Did Valia, the toddler, with much toil fill her small wheel- barrow with a precious load of sticks ready to trundle it across the playground ; Otello inter- vened, overturned the barrow, and gloated over Valia's tears. From his first day he showed an amazing in- ventiveness along lines of disorder. To tear a finished picture that his little girl neighbor had zealously colored, to swoop down upon the heights of the pink tower whose perfect building some other baby had just achieved in a patch of sun- light on the floor and overturn it these seemed to be Otello's most joyful triumphs. And al- ways, as he planned some act of disorder, he looked up, expectantly, for the blow, the harsh command with which the misdirected force of child- hood is so often met by the brute force of the adult. AWAKENING OF CONSCIENCE 41 But these never came. Instead, he saw a group of sympathetic little ones run softly across the wide spaces of the room to help Mario in rear- ranging his color spools. There was no thought of him, Otello the law breaker, but only the love of Mario in their hearts. In place of the reproof that he almost longed for 3 that he might meet it with rebellion, he felt the touch of warm lips on his forehead, and he heard the soft voice of the directress : " Ah, Otello, that was wrong.'' 9 There was no other word of blame, no com- mand, you must not, for him to meet with his marvelous strength of will and, / shall. He might choose the thing that was wrong or It was one sweet spring morning in Italy that I saw the miracle happen to Otello, a morning when the free breezes from the Roman hills brought heavy odors of grape and orange blooms and the birds sang their freedom outside the windows of the Trionfale Children's House. Otello sat in a little white chair in front of a little white table, suddenly quiet and thinking. He saw, all about him, other little white chairs and low white tables. If he wished he might choose another chair; no 42 MONTESSORI CHILDREN one would insist that he stay in one seat. The brown linen curtains at the windows rustled pleas- antly with the perfume-laden wind. If Otello wished he might go out in the playground for a breath of that wind. No one would prevent him. In front of him he saw another large room with a piano and low white cabinets filled with fas- cinating Montessori materials, and colored rugs for spreading on the stone floor, and many babies, of his own kind, sitting there busily at work. A child might dash over and spoil the work of a dozen children at one attack. Or a child might do a little experimenting himself with these materials that so engrossed the others. Otello chose the latter course, and going to one of the cabinets, he selected one of the solid insets, a long polished wood frame, into which fit ten fascinatingly smooth cylinders of varying diameters. Holding the cylinders by their shining brass knobs, he put them in their proper places in the frame, took them out, put them in again a dozen, a score of times. Un- consciously he was training his sense of touch, but more than this, he was exercising his con- science in a new way. A small cylinder refused to fit in a large hole in the frame; a large cylinder AWAKENING OF CONSCIENCE 43 could not be forced, no matter how strenuously he hammered it with his little clenched fist, into a small hole. Before Otello put each cylinder in its proper place, he tested it with a larger or smaller hole. " Wrong ! " he whispered to himself in the first instance ; and, " Right! " he ejaculated when the good, smooth little piece of wood dropped out of sight in its own hole. After almost three-quarters of an hour of this will training, for the little child who persists in a piece of work and completes it is taking the first steps toward properly directed mil, Otello looked up from his work. Mario, his neighbor, bent over the color spools again. From the pocket of Mario's apron protruded one of the crown jewels of childhood a big glass marble. Otello had no marble. With all the longing of his heart he had wanted one. Mario bent lower over his color matching and the shining glass sphere, as if it were alive, slipped from his pocket, dropped to the floor, and rolled across to Otello. With quick stealthiness Otello grasped it in his eager little fingers. It was his marble now; no 44 MONTESSORI CHILDREN one had seen him take it ; in his little brown palm it held and scintillated a hundred colors. How happy it made him to own it ; he would slip it into the hole in his shoe to keep it safe until he reached home! But, even as he made a hurried movement to hide his booty, his prisoned soul burst its cocoon. With one of the rare smiles in his eyes that one sees in the undying children of Raphael, Otello ran over to Mario and dropped the marble in his lap. Otello had taught himself the right and he had made the right his happy choice. The old way of helping Otello, of helping your child to right action and self-education, was to command. Yesterday, we said: " You must do this because I tell you to ; this is right because I say that it is." Dr. Montessori gives us a new, a better way of educating little children. Before we present her didactic materials to a child, before even he leaves his cradle and his mother's arms, we will give the child his birthright of freedom ; phys- ical freedom, mental freedom, moral freedom. The place of the mother in education, Dr. Montessori tells us, is that of the " watcher on the mountain AWAKENING OF CONSCIENCE 45 top." She observes every action of the child, helps him to see the difference between right and wrong, but she leaves him free, that he may train his own will, make his own choice, educate himself. How can we help our children to the goodness that little Otello has found? What had he missed at home that was supplied to him in the Chil- dren's House? The root that is denied space by its earth mother to stretch and pull and reach does not grow into a tall, straight tree. The bud, shut off from its birthright of sunshine and moisture, does not unfold into perfect flowering. The child who is choked at home by an artificial environment and chained by the commands of his parents will de- velop into a crooked, blasted man. Dr. Montessori told me that her first word to American mothers is this: " Free your children." Every child is born with an unlimited capacity for good. His impulse is to do the good thing, but we so hedge him about with objects which he must not touch and places which he must not ex- plore and inaccuracies of speech which confuse his understanding, that he rebels. With the force of 46 MONTESSORI CHILDREN a giant, the baby uses his will to break our will. This is right; he was born as free as air, and we act as his jailers. Presently, his thwarted will finds other outlets, and we are confronted with a little Otello. We have thought that to " break " a child's will was the first step toward giving him self-control. We say to a child : " Don't be capricious ! " " Don't tell lies ! " He is capricious because we have so often in- terfered with his normal child activities, because they made him dirty, perhaps, or caused a litter that we thought disorderly. He lies because we have not explained his world to him, or because he fears us. Seldom is a child capricious or un- truthful unless we have made him so. The Montessori directress at the Trionfale Chil- dren's House, first of all, patiently observed Otello. At the end of a week's time she knew more about him than his mother did, for she had recorded his height, weight, chest, and cranial development and had discovered that he needed physical exercise to help his mental development. We will watch our children's bodily growth more carefully than we AWAKENING OF CONSCIENCE 47 have in the past if we are to be Montessori mothers. She never commanded the little fellow whose ears were so deafened with the many commands of his mother that he found it a psychological im- possibility to obey. Instead she had faith that his new environment, her careful pointing out of right and wrong, and the ordered activities brought about by the Montessori didactic materials would loose his spirit, which had been like a butterfly stabbed by the pin of a scientist. So we will be patient with our babies and watch them and wait expectantly for the unfolding of their minds and souls which will surely come if we supply the opportunity. Dr. Montessori gives us a new word for the home and she blots out an old one. "Why?" is our new word. We will observe the minutest activity of the home child from its first month to the time when it leaves the home for school, asking ourselves the reason for each ac- tivity. " Don't ! " is our blotted-out word. No activity of a child should be inhibited unless it is morally wrong. From babyhood to the age of six years almost 48 MONTESSORI CHILDREN every free movement, every free thought of the child has a meaning in relation to its bodily and mental growth. If we suffocate children's activi- ties, we suffocate their lives. The good child is not the quiet, inactive child. The perfect child is not the child who is nearest like man. The only way to keep a child still is to teach him orderly movement. The only way to keep him from handling our things is to give him educa- tional things of his own to handle. It is a more fascinating home occupation than any which you ever attempted, this Montessori way of observing your child. He is your own life flower, a bud, now, but with the power of sure, beautiful unfolding into bloom. Your part is to watch the process of this unfolding, and to sur- round the child plant with light and nourishment and freedom for growth. You thoughtlessly say, " Don't sit on the floor and play ; you will soil your clothes." "Walk faster and keep up % with my footsteps or I will not take you out with me to-morrow." Dr. Montessori tells us that the limbs of the little child are very short in comparison with his torso and tire quickly from holding up his body AWAKENING OF CONSCIENCE 49 weight. If his legs are to grow straight and strong he must follow his own inclination and sit and lie on the floor when he plays; he must not be required to keep up with our longer stride in walking. We were thoughtless when we com- manded don't. Dr. Montessori shows us the why. These actions of the child were wrong only from our standpoint. We have to cleanse soiled clothes ; we think that we have no time to walk slowly. But in the Children's Houses no child is ever re- quired to stay in his small white chair or to keep his work on his low table. He is free to work on the floor in any position which makes him phys- ically comfortable and soft rugs are provided for this purpose. No Montessori child is commanded to stay in line and " keep up " when the piano gives the signal for a march or one of the gay Italian dance steps. Otello and Mario and Pic- cola, the babies, drop out for a few seconds, seat- ing themselves for a space of rest, and when their fat legs are ready for more muscular exertion, they again join the other children. But this freedom will make my child fickle, lack- ing in concentration, you say. On the contrary, it leads to concentration. The 50 MONTESSORI CHILDREN Montessori-trained child who has never been pre- vented from doing a thing unless it was wrong and who has been allowed to carry on any activity which it chooses; free play with outdoor toys, the Montessori physical exercises, sense-training, drawing, suddenly arrives, at five or six years at a most unusual amount of concentration. From a free choice of occupations that lead to the ex- ercise of the muscles and the senses, the minds of these little children order themselves, and the children are able to concentrate on one line of thought for long periods. In the Children's House of one of the Model Tenements in Rome, I saw a little girl come quietly in at nine o'clock, button on her apron, and seat herself with a book. She read, happily, for three- quarters of an hour, hardly lifting her eyes from the pages, although twenty-five other little ones were carrying on almost as many different occu- pations all about her. At the end of this time, she closed her book, crossed to the blackboard, looked out of the window a moment, and wrote in a clear hand the following childish idyl to the day : " The sun shines," it began. " I smell the orange flowers and the sky is blue and I hear birds AWAKENING OF CONSCIENCE 51 singing. I am happy because it is a pleasant day." Do we find such concentration in our children whom we teach according to rule and in masses? We have thought that to educate was to formulate a great many rules and make our little ones follow them, but our new Montessori ideal is a very dif- ferent matter that of leaving Life free to de- velop and to unfold. The American child has the strongest will, his gift from a vital heredity, of any child in the world. His father and his mother have, also, this splendidly forceful inherited will. Parent and child tilt and bout in a daily fight, and if the parent comes out triumphant and succeeds in breaking the child's will there is a deadly wrong done. That is why our reform schools and prisons are so full of strong wills, beyond bending. We must let our little ones blaze their own trails, provided, of course, that they are trails which lead in the right direction. We must, also, let them make their own decisions, and if occa- sionally they prove to have been wrong, the ex- perience will have helped them to decide wisely the next time. We will, also, put into their hands the self-corrective didactic apparatus of Mon- 52 MONTESSORI CHILDREN tessori, which has a distinct ethical value in the training of the human will. Education to be vivid and permanent in the child's life should be worked out along lines oT experience. To say to a child, " Don't do that ; it isn't right," is to make a very inadequate ap- peal to one, only, of his senses, that of hearing. To put into the child's hands the blocks of the Montessori tower so carefully graded in dimension that it takes exquisite differentiation to pile them is to give him a chance to learn through experi- ence the difference between right and wrong by means of three senses. He hears a possible direc- tion as to their use, he touches them, he sees the perfectly completed tower. In like manner the broad and long stair, the solid and geometric insets, all contribute their quota to the sum of the child's perfectly directed will control. The average home is full of mediums for help- ing a little child to develop along lines of willed control. To concentrate upon a bit of constructive play until it is finished, to learn orderliness in putting away playthings, or to do some simple home duty that will be carried over from day to day, all are important willed activities. To do AWAKENING OF CONSCIENCE 53 whatever is in hand, building or drawing or pick- ing up toys, or bathing or caring for a doll or a pet, or helping mother as well as possible, is, also, very vital will-training. DF. Montessori helps us to a hopeful outlook on the subject of child will. Our Otellos are not, after all, terrible. The child who is most difficult to manage is, with Montessori training, the child who turns out to be best able to manage himself. THE CHRIST IN BRUNO About the New Spiritual Sense WHEN Bruno was a little fellow, his mother and father were killed in the Messina earthquake. Because he was one of so many left-behind babies, he was quite neglected, and he grew up to four years as a weed grows. Sometimes one madre of the tenement mothered him, sometimes not. At times he was fed, at other times he starved. Because of the great fear that came to him with the blinding smoke and the twisting red river of molten lava and the death cry of his girl mother that day of the earthquake, Bruno's mind seemed a bit dulled. He was often confused by the commands of people who tried to take care of him and so could not obey. Then they would strike him. And he heard very vile language spoken and he saw very evil things done during his babyhood in the tenement. When Bruno wandered across the threshold of the Via Giusti Children's House in Rome, he 54 NEW SPIRITUAL SENSE 55 seemed like a little alien among the other happy little ones who were so carefully watched over, so gently led. For days he sat in silence, his great, frightened blue eyes watching to help him dodge the blow that he expected but never felt; his lips ready to imitate the vile speech that he had known before, but which he never heard here. His timid fingers fumbled with the big pink and blue letters that the other children used in making long sen- tences on the floor; they tried to button, to lace, to match colors, but not very effectually. It was as if the great fear of his babyhood had shadowed his whole mental life and left him powerless. One morning Bruno's dulled blue eyes glimpsed an unusual stir among the children. A new little one had come and, full of disorderly impulses, had snatched at the varicolored carpet of care- fully arranged color spools Piccola had placed on her table, scattering them to the floor. Red, green, orange, yellow, Piccola's painstaking work of an hour lay in a great, colored, mixed-up heap. Piccola's eyes, still pools that reflected all the hazel tints of fall woods, grew blurred with tears. She dropped her curly head in her arms and sobbed, big, gulping sobs that wouldn't stop, that stran- 56 MONTESSORI CHILDREN gled her. Bruno, watching her, found his muscles. He ran to her, putting one kind little arm around her waist, and with the other drew her head down to the shoulder of his little ragged blue blouse and smoothed her hair, talking sweet, liquid non- sense all the time that made Piccola's sobs grow less and less, and comforted her. When she smiled and drew away to watch the group of children who had hurried to pick up her colors for her, Bruno slipped back to his corner and the old, dull look settled back in his face. " The little man has the conscience sense. He shall have a chance to use it," thought the Mon- tessori directress who had been watching the scene. And because she wanted his soul to grow strong, even if his timid fingers couldn't, she often stopped by Bruno's chair to hold his hand, kindly, for a minute in hers, or just bent over him, smiling straight down into his face. " No one will hurt this little man of ours. He loves us and we love him," she assured Bruno over and over, until one day her patience reaped the prize of Bruno's answering smile and she felt his two hungry little arms clasping her. She strengthened his beginning friendship with NEW SPIRITUAL SENSE 57 Piccola, the color-loving, reckless, daring little maid, whom all the children loved to love and loved to fight. When Piccola brought an unusual treat in her luncheon basket, a leaf-wrapped packet of dried grapes or two luscious figs instead of one, the directress suggested that she share with Bruno, who had no one to tuck a surprise in his basket. As the two child faces drew close above the feast and the little hands fluttered together over this friendly breaking of bread, Bruno's eyes sparkled. He was reading his first lines in the primer of love; he was finding his sight. And in return Bruno helped Piccola to rake leaves in the garden, he unrolled and carefully spread upon the floor the rug upon which Piccola wished to curl herself and sort letters ; he hastened to add his strength to hers when the drawer that held the letters stuck; he fought Piccola's street battles for her. Soon Bruno's loving busy-ness so increased that he found things to do almost every second of his happy days in the Children's House. No longer the little cowering, cringing, inactive child of a few weeks past, he was an alert little man whom I instantly watched, because his activity was so unusual. When the line of children, two by two 58 MONTESSORI CHILDREN and clasping hands, in their pretty custom of wel- coming visitors to the Via Giusti Children's House, tumbled in each morning, Bruno always headed the line. He held by the hand the smallest, new- est, or the most timid child, dragging it in his eagerness to teach it to shake hands and say good-day. He would " hold up " the line because he had so much to say in his welcome to the strangers who had come to spend the morning with the little ones. " See our Signorina ; is she not kind? "This is our room; do you like it? " There is Margherita ; she writes! " This is Piccola, who reads ! " In breathless sentences, Bruno's heart interest worded itself. Then, as the others settled them- selves for the day's work, Bruno began his day of service. He was the Loving One, the Helping One, the Comforting One of the Via Giusti Chil- dren's House. Was any child left without a glass of water at the luncheon hour, Bruno fetched it. Did the little girl waitress for the day forget to fill a soup plate from her tureen, Bruno re- minded her. If the three-year-old started home with his cloak unbuttoned, Bruno, feeling in his NEW SPIRITUAL SENSE 59 tender little heart the chill wind of the Roman hills, buttoned the cloak for the baby. If a tod- dler tumbled down, Bruno picked it up and exam- ined it for bumps, and started it safely on its way again. He fetched and carried, watched for chances to help, to champion the weak, to wipe away anybody's tears with the hem of his apron. The seat he most often chose was under a cast of the Madonna. Sometimes he sat quiet for long spaces, looking at it. " Bruno calls the Ma- donna his madre," whispered Piccola one day. "Who is that big, homely child?" asked a visitor, pointing to Bruno putting fresh water in a bowl of roses that stood under the cast. " Isn't he older than the other children? " " Older yes, in spirit," answered the far-seeing directress. " He is our little Christ-child." So he is our little Christ-child. Wherever there is a child in a home, Dr. Montessori tells us, there Christ is. She discovers for us a new sense, the " conscience sense," only waiting for an oppor- tunity to exercise itself and, in the exercising, un- fold and bloom and ripen into the fruits of the spirit. If being an orphan and hungry and beaten 60 MONTESSORI CHILDREN and knowing vile things couldn't hurt the soul of Bruno, think of the possibility of Christ in your baby. Children grow, mentally, through the right ex- ercise of the senses. To see and to be able to dis- tinguish between beautiful colors and beautiful forms ; to discriminate between sounds that are dis- cordant and sounds that are harmonious ; to know rough things and smooth things, round things and square things, velvet things and linen things, by touching them with the finger tips, this we know is a starting point on the road of the three R's of everyday education. Dr. Montessori guides us a lap farther in the new education. She sees, born with every child, eyes of the spirit and slender, groping fingers of the soul that look and reach for the good. To help a child to use his spirit eyes and his soul fingers means to give him a chance to exercise his conscience. It is a new sort of sense-training that means his finding the three R's of the life of the spirit: faith, hope, and charity. How shall we help a child to exercise and train his conscience sense? Dr. Montessori tells us that if we but watch a NEW SPIRITUAL SENSE 61 little child's free, spontaneous use of his soul fin- gers, his daily loves and hopes and faith, these will shine for us as a Bethlehem star-path leading us to the manger-throne of a King-in-the-making. As we are turning a child's tendency to handle into mind-training, we will turn his manifestations of inner sensibility into morality. It is quite ineffectual to say to a child: " You must love your neighbor." Of course he will try to do the thing that we ask of him because he is a very kind little person, ready to put up with the inconsistencies of his elders and willing to try to obey ; but it will be a makeshift sort of love, not free and a flowering of the child's own heart, but built upon what we tell him about love. This makes of children little puppets. Dr. Montessori says : " Watch how children love and what they love." You know how your child loves with the thoughtless abandon of pure passion. That he interferes with your important occupation, crum- ples your immaculateness, has a soiled face and sticky fingers when he kisses you, do not enter into his thoughts. That anything should interfere with 62 MONTESSORI CHILDREN his caresses would wound his heart. If you were disfigured or maimed, he would still vision you as the beautiful mother whom baby eyes see only with the eyes of adoration. Is this a love that we can teach? You know what your child loves. There was the ugly yellow puppy with muddy feet that stained your new rug; don't you remember how the Little Chap sobbed so long, and then woke up in the night crying, the day you sent away the yellow puppy? He loved, too, the dirty rag doll that you burned and the broken toy that you threw away, and that little street gamin of a newsboy who stands at the corner in all kinds of weather. He doesn't love ceremony and money and the opinions of other people as we do. The Little Chap goes out into the highways and byways for his stuff of love. And he doesn't care if the thing he loves is ugly, or old, or halt, or lame, because he sees, with his soul eyes, behind the veil of appearances to the real of it. Your child is born with faith and hope, too. If you tell him that the moon is made of green cheese and that a stork dropped him down the chimney, he believes you, and when he grows up NEW SPIRITUAL SENSE 63 and catches you in the lies, he has one less peg in his moral inner room to pin his faith in the divine to. If you tell him that you will take him to the circus, and then let your bridge party inter- fere with that promise, the Little Chap is going to be less hopeful that God will keep His promises, for you stand for the divine in the Little Chap's beginnings of spirituality. Dr. Montessori says that we often crush the child's conscience sense by not giving him an op- portunity to exercise it as he is led to, instinc- tively. We must let our children, in their baby days, love as they wish and what they wish. We must be quite careful to give them true concep- tions of the strange world in which they find them- selves, and we must make only good promises to children and use much vigilance in keeping those promises. Dr. Montessori sets another guidepost for us in the star-path by which our children will travel across the desert of unbelief to the manger where God, incarnate, lies. She tells us that, as the Ten Commandments were a very simple set of laws for the Israelites, and John, in his preaching of sim- plicity, paved the way for Christ, so the first re- 64 MONTESSORI CHILDREN ligious teaching of the little child should have this same quality of directness. The child's first religious training will consist in a discrimination between good and evil. " It was good of you to share your sweets with sister. When you ate your chocolate, alone, yesterday, I was sorry, because it was selfish." " It was thoughtful of you to fetch grandfather's cane for him. Some little boys would not have been so kind. 55 " You must not scream and kick when you are angry. It is wrong ! " We might say in contrast; we do, ordinarily, say: " You must share because I wish you to." " You must be kind because the world likes gen- tlemen." " You mustn't scream and kick, because you give me a headache and mar my furniture." Such commands are quite ineffectual, because they call the child's attention to us and not to his own acts. But patiently and effectually to see that the Little Chap knows the difference be- tween good and evil and practices good instead of evil this gives him a chance to train and NEW SPIRITUAL SENSE 65 strengthen his conscience sense and forms the be- ginnings of his moral life. " But how shall I give my child an idea of God? " thousands of thinking parents object. It isn't necessary to give the idea of God to your child. Dr. Montessori tells us that every child has it. We think that we must do so much teaching in order to educate the little child's mind, or his soul. In fact we need to do less teaching than watching, less pruning than watering. After ob- serving our little ones' spontaneous manifestations of love and giving these a chance to increase, and meeting them with encouragement after conscien- tiously pointing out to them the good and the evil of life and insisting that they choose the good and reject the evil we discover a miracle. God comes to the little ones. Bruno, starved in his mind and starved in his heart, and never having heard of things of the spirit except in terms of the vilest blasphemy, found God as naturally as he would find the first gold blossom of the broom braving winter's frosts on the Appian Way. Our own Helen Keller, deaf and dumb and blind, 66 MONTESSORI CHILDREN knew God before anything that her teacher could tell her about Him had pierced the dark wall of her sleeping senses. Dr. Montessori asks us to prepare the way for this miracle in our homes. She says that she would like to suggest to mothers a new beatitude, " Blessed are those who feel; " and we add, For they find God. MARIO'S FINGER EYES Montessori Sense-Training YOUE little one, Mario, might have been, big eyes instantly glancing a bit of color, something that moved, something that could be handled or broken. All his four years he had been fighting his mother, his home, the world a one-sided fight, too, for everybody and everything always tri- umphed over him in the end. He was so little and so ineffectual to do battle. And the times when he had been punished for breaking his mother's cherished plates with the pattern of raised roses plump and red for clutching in loving, chubby, grimy hands the soft silk window curtains or the bright velvet table- cover could not be counted. Yet Mario was cheer- ful and uncowed and continued the struggle, the impulse for which had been born with him, to use his fingers in learning about the world of things. To check this impulse was the object of every - 67 68 MONTESSORI CHILDREN one who had anything to do with little Mario. There was his grandmother in a wonderful silk headdress and a yellow wool shawl, fringed; she would not let Mario clutch the cap and then feel of the shawl, as his fingers itched to. There was the old fruit man at the corner near Mario's house ; he shook a stick at children who handled his round and square measures, his fruits, and vegetables of so many different shapes. There was always his madre, who pursued Mario from waking to sleeping time, interfering with his ac- tivities. " Mario, don't run your fingers along the win- dow ledge ; don't handle the door latch. You will soil them. You must not play with copper bowls and pots; they are for cooking, not for little boys." As the warfare continued, Mario grew bolder. To be stopped when one is playing with a fruit measure or a door latch or a bright, red copper bowl with no malicious designs upon these but only to satisfy a sense of hunger for knowledge of form, hurt his spirit. " I mil," he announced one day, when his grand- mother tried to rescue her cap from his deft fin- SENSE-TRAINING 69 gering, and he pulled off one of the long, silken streamers. " I will not," he further asserted when his mother wished the copper pot to cook her beans, and when she tried to take it from him forcibly, Mario stamped and shrieked and struck his madre. The habit of saying " I will " or " I won't " in situations that demand the will to decide, " I won't " or " I will " is an easy habit for a little child to form and a most dangerous one, morally. It is seldom a self-formed but a parent-stimulated habit. When his mother put Mario, for reforma- tion and " to get rid of him," in The House of the Children at the Trionfale School in Rome, it was with the assurance: " He's a bad little boy. He never does what he ought to; he's always in mischief." " What should be a little child's oughts ' the first years of life? Isn't what we call getting into mischief, perhaps, the big business of childhood? " we asked ourselves as we watched Mario in his Montessori development. So, at least, Mario's teacher decided. " Go as you please, do as you wish, play with whatever you like only be careful not to hurt 70 MONTESSORI CHILDREN the work or the body of any other little one," were the words that turned Mario's struggles to educate himself into a joy instead of a fight. Sitting in the light of the Roman sunshine and the smiles of the other children of the Children's House, Mario began to do the thing he was born for in babyhood he began to see with his fingers. I watched him for days, such a blessedly good, chubby, curly-headed little man that my arms ached to hold him, instead of leaving him free to trot from one occupation to another, busy, con- centrated, educating himself. Mario's mother, his wise old grandmother, the canny fruit seller, none of them had known how blurred the world looks to the eyes of a little child. Many mothers are not able to see with the eyes of a child. We grown-ups who comprehend a beautiful landscape, a lovely fresco, a piece of miracle machinery, a fragile porcelain vase, a statue, an immortal pile of architecture instantaneously, analyzing the form that makes the beauty, never stop to think how we grasp it, mentally. It is the color and curve of the landscape, the combination of lines in the fresco, the " feel " and contour of the statue, the " fit " of the machinery, the design of Replacing the solid insets by the sense of touch alone. Building the tower and the broad stair. SENSE-TRAINING 71 the vase, the combination of geometric figures in the building, that make the beauty. The artist, the inventor, the sculptor, the architect, satu- rated their finger tips, then their eyes, and last their brains with a knowledge of line and form before they saw Fame reaching out her hands to touch theirs. Every little child is born with a longing to feel line and form, not perhaps for Fame's, but for Knowledge's sake, and we crush the longing when we say " don't touch." Intent, engrossed Mario worked for days until he grew expert in piling, one upon the other, the graded, rose-colored blocks of the Montessori Tower. Soon he could erect the tower, blind- folded. Just a fascinating play it looked, as inter- esting as is the play of our babies with their nested picture blocks, but it was play with a purpose. It taught Mario to feel and then to discriminate, mentally, between objects that differ in dimension, one from another. Then came the fun of laying in order the graded blocks of the Montessori Broad Stair. Building steps, it was, as all home children instinctively struggle to build steps with their blocks, with dominoes, with pebbles and rocks of different sizes. 72 MONTESSORI CHILDREN Why do children like to build steps ; is it not be- cause they live in a world of high and low, and higher and lower things ? We grown-ups say, " It is a beautiful sky-line, the tall and low buildings rubbing shoulders," or " The clouds are banked in a red and gold mass." How did we learn the beauty of gradation of form in a city, in nature? Once when we were as little as Mario we tried to build stairs, we jumped, happily, from one step to another; we climbed, we learned height and depth by feeling them. So, Mario learned to see minute variations in the height of objects through the broad stair. He spent hours fitting the little wooden cylin- ders in their places in their frames. How he had longed to play with the vases and jugs at home, some tall and some short, some thick and some thin. And how many times his mother had pre- vented his digging rows of little holes in the gar- den in which to fit, first, a fat thumb, then a slim forefinger ; last, a tiny finger ! With the Mon- tessori geometric insets, he could enjoy this hole play, and, at the same time, learn, through feel- ing, to recognize very fine differences in height and breadth. One day Mario found a little set SENSE-TRAINING 73 of drawers in the big white material cupboard at the Montessori School. It made him remember his grandmother's great shelf of drawers with the polished brass knobs. In these were hidden fas- cinating, musty-smelling wool shawls, silk scarfs, soft embroideries, and stiff, bright ribbons. Mario's secret happiness had been to climb upon a stool, clutch a brass knob, pull, and then delve pink fingers into the sense-feeding horde of stuffs. He would close his eyes and enjoy the feel of them, but there was always the rude awakening. " Naughty Mario don't touch." But now he had these other drawers full of stuffs to open, to empty, to sort the contents, to crumple the stuffs in his hands, and then match velvet to velvet, silk to silk, wool to wool, blindfolded. It hadn't been shawls and scarfs and embroideries and ribbons that the little man wanted, but a chance to use his fingers in learning to recognize the qualities of objects; rough, soft, smooth, stiff. Otello brought a great, crimson poppy to the Children's House one day. Poppies to the Roman baby are as dandelions to our children, so lavish a gift of the nature mother as to be of little value after the first bloom colors the grass. Otello's 74 MONTESSORI CHILDREN impulse was to pull off the already dropping petals of the flower, but Mario rescued it from the ruthless baby fingers. Holding the fragile stem between forefinger and chubby thumb, he ran the other forefinger lightly over the surface of the velvet-soft petals of the poppy. Then he ran to baby Valia and touched her leaf-soft cheek with the finger that taught him how like a flower petal in softness is the flesh of a child. It was so daily an application of newly-gained knowledge as to be unnoticed save by a wondering onlooker. It was the mind enrichment through sense-training denied Mario by his home and of- fered him by Montessori. The frames for geometric insets enthralled Mario next. To take out of its place, fit in again, and refit a dozen, twenty times the different sizes of flat wooden circles, squares, triangles, rectan- gles, and other forms kept the little fingers busy and the opening mind concentrated for long spaces. The wooden insets are large, shining with polish, and easy to handle because of the brass knob attached to each. As Mario lifted one out of its place in the form board, he ran his fingers around the edge, then around the empty place in A fineness of perception is developed by discriminating different textiles blindfolded. SENSE-TRAINING 75 the board. Soon he could do this with closed eyes, fitting wooden figures of many different shapes and sizes correctly in the form board. He matched these forms to corresponding paper forms mounted on cards and then to outlined forms. Here was a circle like the top of the red copper bowl, and a smaller circle like the top of the yellow majolica mug that held his milk in the morning. Here was a rectangle like the kitchen window at home and a triangle like the glittering one the band man struck to make music. Kitchen utensils and home furnishings and the street band are as vastly interesting to all children as they were to little Mario, interesting because they are things of color and texture and shape and sound. One morning Mario showed his teacher one of the rectangular geometric insets. " The win- dow in the church," he explained. Then he picked up a rectangular inset. " This is like the flower- bed in the Gardens," he announced. Your child struggles to educate himself through his senses as did Mario. You, too, perhaps, not seeing the inspiration in the active little fingers, say, " He gets into mischief all the time." It is 76 MONTESSORI CHILDREN our privilege to turn child mischief into educa- tion. Instead of taking away from children the objects which they select for handling, we must study those objects and substitute for them didac- tic materials for education of the tactile sense, the sense of weight, the sense of form and contour. A little girl whose spirit is so sensitively at- tuned that a breath, almost, will snap the too-taut strings was allowed to be present at a dinner her mother was giving. Through a wearisome round of courses, the little one sat in her uncomfortable chair, quiet, good, and tracing with one finger the design of her cut-glass tumbler. Sometimes the blue eyes closed as she tried to retrace the design in the air or on the table linen. At last her mother saw what she was doing. " Leave the table immediately ! " she com- manded. " You are a very impolite child." She thought that she was a good mother, but the tear-brimming eyes of the little one, disgraced, hurt, should have mirrored her cruelty. We can't allow children to finger cut glass, but we ought to furnish them with a substitute for sense-training that will remove the necessity. Our children are born into a world of which * r g o fcfi to c SENSE-TRAINING 77 they know nothing. They are discoverers, trav- elers touching an unknown shore, and the first business of their new-found life is to adjust them- selves to their environment. Like valiant ex- plorers they plunge into the wilderness in which they find themselves. We furnish them with food and clothing for the journey, but we have quite neglected to offer them at the beginning any chart or compass. Because of this, the way of a child of two and a half to four years is a stumbling way in our homes. He is hedged in by a wilderness of fur- nishings and bric-a-brac and household appliances and mechanical devices and different kinds of ma- terials and strange forms and varied colors. It is the business of being a child to notice and handle and smell and test and use these different objects, but we continually thwart him in his attempts to make these social adjustments. In so doing we turn the child into a militant instead of a dis- coverer. He must conquer his wilderness. Pre- vented from learning through the medium of his senses, he fights to learn, and we say that he is destructive and wilful and lacking in thoughtful- ness. 78 MONTESSORI CHILDREN Dr. Montessori offers our children in the di- dactic material for sense-training a valuable guide for adjusting himself to his environment. The solid insets, the tower, the broad and long stair teach him through his own experiment and dis- covery the qualities which all the objects in his world possess; height, breadth, length, thickness in all their combinations and gradations. The color spools give him a chance to recognize and learn practically all the various tints and shades that surround him in his colorful world. The geometric insets bring to him, through his senses of touch and vision, the many and wonderful com- binations of line with line and with curves which constitute the form of the world. By means of the Montessori textiles and other appliances for exercising the sense of touch, he learns to detect and discriminate the most minute gradations of softness and roughness, smoothness and coarse- ness. The Montessori sense-training apparatus guides the child on his spiritual trip through his environment. It is the guide, however, for the very young child whose senses are hungry. We are so used to waiting on our one, two, and three-year-old SENSE-TRAINING 79 babies ; we are so busy taking out of their hands our own precious belongings and substituting for them a toy, that the Montessori idea of guiding children, mentally, from the cradle, is strange to us. The average five or six-year-old child com- pletes the Montessori sense-training quickly. What next? we ask. To be able to, blindfolded, fit a polished wood rectangle in a corresponding rectangular frame is, to the minds of some of us, the climax of a Montessori exercise. To Montessori herself it is only the beginning of education in form ; we must help the child to see, feel, recognize form in vari- ous combinations ; to draw, to love as pure form in the world about him as he has learned with this geometric inset. The Montessori sense-train- ing appliances should be used as the genetic psy- chologist uses his various instruments and mental tests. They are to arouse and awake into activity habits of quick perception, keen appreciation, and constructive invention. The greatest thing we can do for a child is to so educate it that it knows its environment and can adjust itself to social conditions. We do this when we teach our children to see, to hear, to 80 MONTESSORI CHILDREN touch intelligently. The lure of the senses is a spiritual spell in childhood. If we catch it, then, and turn it into channels of knowledge, we may develop a Marconi, conqueror of space ; a Rodin, conqueror of form ; a Burbank, conqueror of life a Carrel, conqueror of death. At least we will have developed an observer who knows how to use his senses in the practical living of life. RAFFAELO'S HUNGER Color Teaching. Its Value RAFFAELO'S grandfather had been a shepherd in the Roman hills, not so much because he liked to tend the dull, white creatures, but on account of the blue roof beneath which he sat all day and the carpet of green splashed with poppy crimson and primrose gold and lupin blue that lay at his feet, and the sunset that he waited for every night. It was never the same, that sunset ; like a beautiful Roman ribbon it spread itself before his eyes, and he would rather see it than go home to eat. Tucked under his long, wool cloak, he carried a pigment-daubed palette and a patch of canvas. As the lambs and their mothers grazed, he watched, hungrily, for picture stuff: a bright yellow cart taking its slow way along the white dust of the Via Appia, the flower girl walking in to Rome with her arms full of roses, the gold edges of a 81 82 MONTESSORI CHILDREN distant wheat field these fed his soul and satis- fied his hunger. Because the State was blind and thought that to fight is more vital than to paint beautiful pictures, the grandfather of Raffaelo was forced into the Italian army. The day that they sub- stituted a gun for his crook and threw away his palette, they killed his soul. The grandfather of Raffaelo made a very poor soldier, indeed. The little boy that he left at home on the Cam- pagna grew up, and was a poor soldier, too; and when he had finished military service he married and went to live in a tenement in Rome, and in due time little Raffaelo was born. It was all quite commonplace, and like the story of many other families. But it had, too, its ele- ment of the unusual. With those long-ago, shep- herding days on the Roman Campagna, a gnawing hunger had begun. It wasn't a body hunger, but a hunger of the spirit. It killed the body of the grandfather of Raffaelo spirit hunger is more destructive than a hunger for bread. Down through the years it took its gnawing way. It killed the youth in the father of Raffaelo and COLOR TEACHING 83 it took possession of him in the gray streets of the city and stifled his manhood. Then the hunger pierced the spirit of little Raffaelo, and that was where it stopped a cruel, unsatiated thing. With the gathered strength of all those years, it starved the baby. He couldn't have explained in words just what he was hungry for. In fact he couldn't explain anything very well, being not quite three years old. Only, he was continually unsatisfied when he looked at the ugliness of the dull walls of his home, and when his mother took him along the hard, gray streets of the city he tugged and pulled at her hand whenever he passed a corner flower stand, or a cart piled high with a mass of colored vegetables. Raffaelo was beauty hungry, as his father had been and his grandfather. And no one knew it; and no one would have cared if they had known. No one? Little Raffaelo trudged across the court one morning to the Children's House in the Scuola Famagosta, near which he lived, and there found a kind welcome and a happy, busy community of children like himself. Neat, in his clean apron, 84. MONTESSORI CHILDREN and with big, questioning eyes, he sat apart from the others in one corner of the room, watching. Certain of the children were writing big, plain script on the blackboard; others sat quietly read- ing to themselves from big picture books. Raf-, faelo's glance shifted from these to a child who stood near him, working at a low table. What had he brought from the white shelves in that big wooden box? Raffaelo wondered. Why was he turning the box over? But the table was suddenly covered with a mass of color, such as only the Romans know how to dye. From the box came reel upon reel of ravishingly colored silks, every color that tints sky and field and garden crim- son, orange, lemon, the deep green of the grass, and the gray green of the olive leaf ; the blue that makes wild iris and children's eyes, the purple of grapes when the sun shines on the vineyards. If Raffaelo could have counted, he would have known that there were sixty-four of these flat, white wooden spools, wound with eight colors and eight of each color, showing almost all the grad- ing of color that makes this old earth of ours so lovely. The colors trickled like a life-giving stream into ',-; o H COLOR TEACHING 85 Raffaelo's starved senses. He reached for the color spools, snatching a great fistful away from the other child. " Mio; mio! Me; me!" he cried. They were his. Some of us steal bread when we are hungry. Some of us steal love when we are famished for it. Children steal because we or the world have starved them of something which they crave for their natural, best develop- ment of body, mind, or soul. The habitual public school teacher, the average mother of to-day, would have said: " Give those colors back. It's wicked to take something that is not yours ! " The directress of this Montessori school, in which teaching and mothering are practiced in new ways, watched Raffaelo for a moment, asking herself : "Why does this child steal? Is he blind to law because his need is so great? " Then she crossed to Raffaelo, bringing with her a handful of color spools two red, two blue, two yellow. " These are yours," she said. " Will you give your little neighbor's colors back to him, because 86 MONTESSORI CHILDREN it was not right to take them? When you have carried to him every one of the spools, return to me and I will tell you about your colors." Happily, Raffaelo did as he was told, receiving his first lesson in ethics before he had his first color lesson. Returning, he stood, wide-eyed and fascinated, beside the directress as she held out to him two of the color spools. " This is red," she explained, laying the red spool on the white table in front of him, and waiting a moment or two, that he might make the mental association between the name of the color and the color itself. Then she showed him a blue wound spool. " This is blue," she said, laying his spool at the opposite side of the table from the red one, and again waiting for Raffaelo to make the asso- ciation of name and color. Taking the next step in this Montessori teaching, she pointed to the red wound spool, and asked: " What is this, Raffaelo? " " Red," he laughed back. " And this? " pointing to the other one. " Blue ! " Raffaelo almost shouted in his de- light at acquiring knowledge. COLOR TEACHING 87 Then came the last step in Raffaelo's lesson. Holding out the remaining tablets in the palm of her hand, the directress said : " Show me red, Raffaelo. And show me blue." With no mistake, the little color lover selected the red, the blue, and placed each on his table, matching them to the corresponding spools. " These are yellow," the directress explained to him, giving him the two remaining spools. Then she left him, having given him the food for clear, colorful thought for which two generations of thwarted painters had made him long. All the morning Raffaelo played with his six color spools, gathering them together into a pile, handling them, holding them up to the light, that he might watch the play of sunshine and shade upon their beauty, pairing them upon his table, repeating to himself : " Red, blue, yellow ! " Some- times he watched his small neighbor, who had grown very expert in color lore and could name all the colors and lay the spools in chromatic order on his table, eight rows headed, severally, by black, red, orange, yellow, green, blue, violet, and brown, and each row containing eight grada- tions of its color. 88 MONTESSORI CHILDREN When this child completed his series of orderly color scales he went to the window and looked out at the Roman hill rising back of the school. To the child who had not received Montessori color teaching, the hill would have been a shapeless, colorless bit of earth. To this child, who could see color in its finest gradation, it was a landscape where one could trace the gold outline of orange and lemon, the red tiling of a vine-tender's house near the top and back of it a sky that was violet not blue. He looked at the hill for a long time. Then he selected an outlined picture of a tree, and looking intently at a box of colored pencils, selected one that was just the color of a cedar and proceeded to fill in the outline. To Raffaelo, the child was a spellworker. Watching this fascination, the directress gave Raf- faelo a box of color spools, emptying them out and allowing him to try and differentiate the colors, putting each back in its right compartment in the box. She did not burden his mind with names. He was feeding his senses by just han- dling and feeling the colors, and he was unspeak- ably happy. When the noon hour came, he did not want to go home. When his bedtime came, Grading each standard color and its related colors in chromatic order. All the colors of nature may be found. COLOR TEACHING 89 that night, he escaped from his mother and ran to the window, looking out. The night before, he had looked down at the soiled, unbeautiful street; to-night he looked up. The sun was just setting, a ruby ball in a sea of amber. " See ! " Raffaelo shouted, pointing to the sun- set. " Red ; yellow ! " As his mother picked him up and carried him away from the window, he looked deep down into her eyes. " Blue," he said, seeing them for the first time in all their beauty. The hunger of Raf- faelo was fed. Every child is color hungry. Your child may be a painter in the making, heir to a century-old talent that somebody had to bury, but which would not die and rose and haunted. Or he may be an average child who will be happier and better all his life if he can see each fine gradation of color that tints the sunset and can feed his soul on a beautiful Titian or a Fra Angelico. We have thought that we were teaching our children color when we called their attention to a colored object. A child is much more apt to associate taste with the apple which we show him when we try to give him a color lesson, and quite 90 MONTESSORI CHILDREN possibly we make a false statement when we say that the apple is red. Very few apples are red; they are dark red, light red, orange, or yellow in tint. Why not begin the other way round, as Dr. Montessori does, and teach pure color, giving the child the joy that comes from discovering for himself just what pigment nature used in paint- ing the apple. In teaching children color, we will use, if pos- sible, Dr. Montessori's own box of sixty-four color spools that include almost all the tints and shades of the prismatic colors, black to gray, and the scale of browns. If we are not so fortunate as to be able to use this apparatus, which is a most careful and scientific analysis of color, we can try to study color ourselves, and point it out to chil- dren as it is found in the home in textiles, silk and worsted, papers, flowers, and colored crayons and paints. In teaching color at home we may all follow Dr. Montessori's own simple method. The Mon- tessori directress might have tried to teach Raf- faelo color as we, in America, teach our children, saying : " See the ball ; it is red. The forget-me-not is COLOR TEACHING 91 blue. See the pretty robin redbreast," and in making these statements confusing in the child's mind the concepts of toy, flowers, birds, and colors when all he needs is color. Every child wants to make his own application of knowledge. Instead, the girl who had been trained under Dr. Mon- tessori had followed the only true method of teach- ing any fact, the method that lies at the basis of Montessori education miracles. Dr. Montessori says that teaching must be simple and objective. There hasn't been enough of " calling a spade a spade " in our American schools and homes. Show your child red, or the letter A, or a moral fact it doesn't matter much which and name it red, or A, or right. Ask him to tell you just what you told him about it. Ask him to pick out red from other colors, or A from other letters, or a moral act from im- moral acts. This is Montessori teaching reduced to A B C, but it is teaching that is successful. Our homes may be made as full of color and beauty for little children as are the Children's Houses. The use of the prism, the Montessori color spools, the color top, our beautifully graded 92 MONTESSORI CHILDREN colored crayons and water colors for filling in outlined pictures, a study of the colored papers to be had for paper dolls' clothes, the daily watching of the color changes in sunrise and sunset all these open the spirit eyes of the child. Then we will lead children to notice and appreciate har- monious blending of tints and shades in our walls, our rugs, our gardens, our picture galleries. Of what value is it that the child's chromatic sense be trained by learning to know and dis- criminate between red, blue, and yellow, and from this to acquire a facility in knowing the scale of grays and browns? It means more for the child than just the soul-satisfaction that comes from learning how to use the eyes. It means starting the brain machine and then looking out for the switch. The first morning that I met little Mario, one of my child Montessori friends in Rome, he looked me over from head to foot, ran to a color box, selected a color spool of the exact shade of gray blue of my suit and showed it to me joyfully. In almost the same second that he made this mental decision, he saw that the quick movements of little Valia were threatening the safety of a glass vase COLOR TEACHING 93 that stood, holding flowers, on a table at the op- posite end of the room. Like a flash, Mario ran, held the vase, and prevented the catastrophe. To be able to think down the color scale from blue to a blue that is mixed with gray ; to be able to think in another kind of mental scale from cause to effect these are both chromatic mind operations. To know color means satisfying your child's beauty hunger. It means, also, starting him on the road to logical thinking. THE GOING AWAY OF ANTONIO Directing the Child Will ANTONIO had a longing to do. Since babyhood, he had watched the madre doing about the house, the padre who left each morning and returned each night after a day of doing somewhere. All of Antonio's most interesting world of little things revolved about a circle of persistent activ- ity. The earth in the garden moved with its life of roots and bulbs, the very small ant creatures crept about from sunrise to sunset with their sand burdens, the gray branches of the olive opened to show their hidden treasures of leaves ; the birds built; Luigi, the old farmer beyond the gar- den, continually loaded and unloaded his creak- ing yellow cart. Antonio absorbed this life energy with as much hunger as he ate his soup and figs. " I will, also, do all day," he decided, ready to try the adventure. 94 DIRECTING THE WILL 95 " I will make a little garden," he chose one morning. The spade was too huge for baby fingers, the frost-hardened ground demanded force in digging. Some hyacinth stalks, just pushing their odorous, purple way up through the mold, were broken by Antonio's eager effort. Still, the little boy per- sisted, endeavoring to accomplish the task that his imagination pictured a little round flower-bed of his own, made by his hands, and in which flowers of all colors might raise their heads overnight. Now he smelled them; now he could feel their velvet-soft petals. " Stop ! Come here, naughty Antonio. You cannot make a garden; you are too small. And you dirty your clean apron." Antonio dropped the spade as the words of his madre shrilled through the air. He sat down in a discouraged heap on the edge of the path. Always, his madre could persist in tasks, but he was continually interfered with. Why? But with the buoyancy of childhood, the little man suddenly jumped up. A rattle of tin bells and a strident shriek of protesting, ungreased wheels were the prelude to Luigi's approach. In 96 MONTESSORI CHILDREN his cart of oranges and lemons, with bunches of poppy and wheat stuck in the chinks, Luigi rode down the lane. His smiling face was as russet and wrinkled as an old nut, bits of miracle-hiding clod stuck to his blue smock. As he passed, he tossed an orange to Antonio. " I will be a farmer. How fine to earn money for my family, as Luigi does," little Antonio de- cided. He ran to the house and, pulling out his little cart, loaded it with some of the vegetables that stood in baskets in the kitchen. He trundled it up and down, calling his wares as he had heard Luigi. At first his madre laughed. Then, watch- ing him, her smile furrowed itself into a frown. " Why play that you are Luigi, who is only a farmer?" she expostulated. "Be a great gen- eral. Here are your toy soldiers." She pulled his little cart away from Antonio and pushed into his arms a box of gaudy tin soldiers. 66 Drill them ; command them," the madre urged Antonio. Antonio watched, sadly, the demolition of the little cart which stood for playing into bread- winning. His soldiers were painted manikins, not very steady on their legs and only slightly inter- DIRECTING THE WILL 97 esting. He tried to stand them in rows and they all tumbled down. He changed them for his ball, and his madre suggested that a picture book would be a better plaything for the house, taking the ball away from him. When he was absorbed in the book, she tore him from it for a walk with her in the streets. So it always happened with Antonio. No one allowed him to persist in an occupation, no one allowed him to choose what he should do, and each day's activities were decided for him. From a strong-willed baby whose impulses were all good, Antonio drifted into weak-willed little boyhood. It was as if he were daily followed by a spirit of indecision. "Shall I concentrate on this play?" Antonio would ask himself, and in reply the spirit which had risen from his babyhood influences whispered in his ear, " No." Then came his manhood, and he asked himself the same question. "Why persist? It is easier to shift, continu- ally, from one occupation to another, not doing anything long, or well. "Why trouble to choose? My mother made 98 MONTESSORI CHILDREN decisions for me when I was a little boy ; the public school teachers chose my studies for me ; now that I am a man, let other men think for me. I have no power to control my will." How simple a solution of the life question ! The fingers of Antonio that had itched in babyhood to make the earth bloom and to earn bread closed quiescently about a dagger handed him by a man who said, " Come with me ; do as I decide for you." The crime Antonio did was not his fault, nor the fault of his accomplice. It was the fault of his madre. Dr. Montessori tells the story of the child whose will is misdirected in babyhood. He is the child whom his mother and the public school system mold into a lump of putty by thinking for him. The greatest problem of to-day in child-train- ing is, how shall we help our little ones to strength of will? Civilization is being sapped by our weak- lings. Home-training, the public schools do not develop character. Dr. Montessori tells us that this is because parents and teachers do not know what will, fundamentally, is. Dr. Montessori says, " To will is to be able. The little child who persistently struggles to pile DIRECTING THE WILL 99 block upon block until a miniature tower or castle rises under his fingers, persisting until he com*- pletes the labor, is taking his first step toward will-training. " Family life, trade life are built up on this persistency. Whether it shows itself in loving, or giving or working, constancy makes the social will. Every motor activity is an act of will, and constancy in right activities makes character." Other great teachers have said the study of mathematics and the dead languages, the military discipline of the army, mortification of the flesh, make character. To train a child's will we feel we must crucify it upon the cross of our desires. A child must obey us, we say, follow our caprices and chisel himself into a likeness to us, because we wish him to be like us. Why should children be little men and women? Are we so sure of our own per- fection that we have a right to force our person- ality upon that of our children? Dr. Montessori gives us a new rule for develop- ing character in children. She says : " Seek the child's first longings if you would train his will. Give him the foundation of will by helping him to concentrate on something he in- 100 MONTESSORI CHILDREN stinctively craves to be busy about and so lay the foundation stones of his character." The little child's first impulses to be active are good. He wants to be about his father's business by taking part in the activities of the home. We make our children weak-willed by our own ca- priciousness in interfering with their attempts to be active. We dress them, we feed them, we wait on them, we drive them to play, we lead them ; we put them in kindergartens where they flit from one occupation to another without an opportunity to concentrate on one; we put them in schools where their days are cut up into little bundles of study, tied with the iron chains of Schedule that make prisoners of children; we continually decide for our little ones and kill their characters with the sword of misdirected kindness. Some children are born with the color of paint- ers in their souls, and we punish them for soiling our pictures and mussing our tapestries and trampling upon our gardens. May we not look beyond their impotent acts to the spirit-longing that prompted them and put into their hands the best in the way of color: paints, crayons, books, flowers that will satisfy their desires and give DIRECTING THE WILL 101 them an opportunity to concentrate on the activ- ity they instinctively crave. So they gain will power. Other children are born with a vision of the builder in their eyes, and we thwart them when they try to use the furnishings of the home in a process of reconstruction. May we not equip our little architects with materials for building, call their attention to the classic in architecture and art, give them a chance to build their own char- acters ? Most children are born little cosmopolites small world citizens who explore with the greatest interest the strange, new environment in which they find themselves. These are the children whom our present system of coercion in home and school hurts most. We crush their wills by not giving them an opportunity to follow their instinctive interests in babyhood. The innate impulses of such children are good. They must explore and pro- duce around themselves. They must be helped to wise choice and right decisions. So they grow to willed man and womanhood. Is this following of personal impulse, as shown in Montessori-trained children, productive of 102 MONTESSORI CHILDREN better concentration than we find in our public schools to-day? Part of the Montessori didactic material for teaching numbers consists of a cardboard case into which cards bearing big black figures may be slipped, giving the child an opportunity to work out number combinations. A little lad of five discovered one morning, when I was observing at the Via Giusti Montessori school in Rome, that he could slip into his case cards in regular succes- sion that would count to one hundred by fives. He spread out his cards upon the sunny floor, provided himself with the polished counting sticks for verifying each operation; then kneeling in front of his counting frame, he went to work, alone, concentrated. It was visiting day at the School. Tourists, teachers, students lined the room to the number of forty or fifty, leaving the children scant space to work, and as the little boy's numerical adven- ture began, they crowded closer to watch him. An American public school child would have grown restive and self-conscious, but this little Mon- tessori lad might have been alone in the Sahara, so quiet, so unheeding of anything but his own DIRECTING THE WILL 103 occupation was he. The number cards are large, and it took a good many to reach one hundred. The little fellow spread them out in the center of the floor, then carried the row under the chairs of the visitors, not seeming to notice the presence of the grown-ups. The morning grew gold with noon, and the other children, quietly putting away their materials, spread the low tables for the midday meal. Little white bowls, snowy napkins, carefully laid spoons then the steaming chicken broth. Still the little counter did not move. He had reached seventy- five, after verifying every number he had regis- tered in the case. One of the wee waitresses for the day carried his red and green luncheon bas- ket and set it down on the floor in front of him; he did not heed it. " Why doesn't somebody stop that child's count- ing and make him eat his lunch," expostulated a nervous American school teacher, watching. " Children should be made to do certain things at certain times," she explained. Just then the boy slowly and with great pains fitted a figure one and two ciphers into the count- ing case. Like a little conqueror he stood up, 104 MONTESSORI CHILDREN folded his arms, and looked at the perfect result of two hours' willed, concentrated work. A smile broke the baby face into dimples, and running out into the garden, he began to play like a little colt. He was not tired. He was not hungry. He was only joyful at this conquest of his will. Montessori will-training proves itself in results. The practical life and gymnastic exercises of the method have a peculiar value in relation to the strengthening of the child will. Once a child has learned to inhibit his scattering muscular dis- order in such co-ordinations as are involved in dressing and undressing, feeding himself, bathing, taking part in the everyday work of the home as far as possible ; in walking, running, marching, skipping, dancing to music, and the other rhythmic and gymnastic exercises involved in the Montessori system, he has fixed a permanent habit of mus- cular control which establishes, also, mental con- trol. To be able to place dishes and silver in an orderly way on a table, to carry and balance a tray containing several filled cups or glasses, to be responsible for a certain drawer or cupboard shelf or case in which are contained play materials is to be able to control mind as well as body. DIRECTING THE WILL 105 The muscular education of Montessori that has a direct bearing upon the direction and develop- ment of the child's will is included in the primary activities of everyday life, in walking, greeting, rising, and handling objects gracefully; in the proper care of the person, in taking part in the management of the household, in gardening, in such handwork as clay modeling and drawing and in all properly co-ordinated gymnastic and rhyth- mic movements. This new and direct will-training is possible in any home. A more subtle but quite as important phase of control of the will through doing is seen in con- nection with the child's use of the didactic ap- paratus, especially the solid and geometric insets, the tower, and the broad and long stair. In the use of each of these there lies for the child a very important quality of self-correction. A broad cylinder will not fit into a narrow hole ; the plain rectangular inset cannot be made to slip into the outline of the board intended for a square ; a mis- placed block or rod spoils the sequence of form and number in the tower or the stairs. After being shown the perfect way of carrying on each of these exercises, the child experiments with them 106 MONTESSORI CHILDREN alone. He discovers that the material admits of two possibilities : error and success. The success possibility is the greater, however; it is easier to drop a solid inset into an opening that fits than to endeavor to crush it into a hole that is too small. So, by persistent and repeated experi- ment, the child attains a habit of correcting his own mistakes. This habit he carries over into the other willed activities of his life. The Montessori method presents three steps in the home development of the child's will. First, we must give our children as wide and free an opportunity as possible to be active, especially with their hands, along those lines which will lead to muscular control. Second, we must not inter- fere with a little child's concentrated occupation through play. Last, whatever task we set for him to do, we must outline a right way in which it should be accomplished and encourage him to cor- rect his own errors in it. A mother said to me recently, " I keep the chil- dren in bibs still, although I suppose they have outgrown them. We can't have our meals delayed while we wait for three active youngsters to fold napkins." DIRECTING THE WILL 107 Dr. Montessori would have patiently and pains- takingly instituted the napkin habit, realizing that in even so simple and homely an operation as fold- ing a square of linen neatly lie undreamed possi- bilities of strengthening a child's will. ANDREA'S LILY The Nature-Training of the Method " IF you put it to sleep in the good brown earth, Andrea, if you tend it and wait with pa- tience," explained the Signorina, " you will see a wonder." Andrea turned the brown lump over and over in his hand. He rubbed it on the sleeve of his apron. He held it up to the light. It had no appearance of wonder; it was cold, it did not shine, it would not reflect the light. Did the Signorina, after all, know, Andrea wondered, as his big, wistful eyes looked out from the warm cheerfulness of the schoolroom to the chill, wind- swept spaces of the Convent garden. Memories of great banks of gold daisies, roses so heavy with crimson petals that they bent as low as the little green winding paths, winds sweet with per- fume of the grape filled Andrea's imagination. These had made the garden of the Children's House yesterday. But how different it was to-day ! 108 NATURE-TRAINING 109 Could the dead bulb which was his, now, to tend, to watch, to believe in, make for itself life and bloom ? Andrea, the matter-of-fact little man of four, was skeptical. " Of what use is it to plant? " he queried. " Try it ! I will help you dig a hole," Bruno, the helpful, volunteered. " We will not let any child take it out of its bed; we will protect it for you, Andrea," assured Piccola, flashing eyes full of the fire of anticipated battle. " Cover it carefully with earth, and only be pa- tient," reiterated the Signorina. " Believe me. It will make for you a surprise." It was a momentous morning that marked An- drea's planting. His fat fingers, holding the trowel, trembled. Like a circle of small acolytes, Bruno, Little Brother, Piccola, and the rest, white aprons fluttering in the wind, watched the sacrifice. Covered out of vision in its winter grave, the bulb disappeared and the children, now almost as skeptical as Andrea of its possible germ of life, ran back to their work in the schoolroom. All, save Andrea. 110 MONTESSORI CHILDREN His baby hands, like two warm, brown leaves, fluttered over the earth prison of his bulb. Kneel- ing down on the frosty path, he bent low, listen- ing, as if he hoped that he might perhaps hear the groping of new roots. It was all very cold, and perfectly still about the place where he had buried his little dead hope, but Andrea whispered to it: " I will wait," he promised. The bleak Roman winter spent its chill days. Flurries of snow shrouded the garden and the wide doors of the Convent, open so many days of the year, were closed. Andrea did not forget his bulb, though. Every day he ran out to the place where he had buried it, eagerly watching for the slim green fingers he had been told would push their way through the frosty earth. As the weeks drifted by, and while the garden was still bare, a strange thing happened to the soul of little Andrea. The patience that was necessary for keeping alive his hope in the brown bulb began to show itself in other ways. " Andrea no longer frowns when the little brother of Bruno takes away his letters," the Signorina exclaimed. " Instead, he goes to the NATURE-TRAINING 111 cabinet and fetches a buttoning frame, offering it to the little one instead of the letters for which he is not ready." In other ways Andrea proved his patience. A bit of drawing that he had finished, hastily, a month before and with crooked lines, now held him concentrated for an hour, and was completed with exquisite neatness and exact contour of line. At the midday meal of the children Andrea did not, as formerly, beg to be served first, nor did he open his little green basket of luncheon before the other children. It was as if the slow- growing bulb which was working its sure way up through the bare ground to the sun had its counterpart in the unfolding root of pa- tience it had planted in the heart of a little child. After a little, the winter melted into a spring of yellow lilies and long sunny noons and laughter at all the gray street corners. Andrea came earlier than the other little ones to the Children's House each morning, that he might spend a half hour with his little green watering pot in the garden. He met Bruno and Piccola with an air of assurance that set him apart from them. He 112 MONTESSORI CHILDREN held his head very high in those days because of realized hope which he had made his own. " Andrea is our little gardener," the children said to each other, watching his triumph. Then came a visitor's morning at the Children's House of the Via Giusti Convent. The children's greatest happiness was to welcome these grown-up friends who came to learn of the little ones the truths of life. Among the throng of students, tourists, curiosity seekers, earnest thinkers, a woman whom the children knew entered and slipped into a waiting chair. She had been during the winter a frequent visitor, quiet, sympathetic, with deep, smiling eyes. Then she had not come to the Children's House for many days. But they remembered her still. As flowers turn to meet the sun, they twined about her, feeling her soft, strong hands, touching with eager fin- ger tips the dull, clinging garment that draped her. Ah, they drew back, consulting together in little questioning groups. " She wears now a black dress." " Her eyes are full of sorrow," they said. " The Signorina tells us that, now, she has no madre" NATURE-TRAINING 113 Andrea, apart from the others, listened, sym- pathetic, wondering. Sorrow should be replaced by happiness, of this he was quite sure. Was not the most unhappy child in the Children's House the one most loved, most helped by his Signorina? Had he anything to offer this friend that would give her joy? He ran to her, grasped her hand in his ; dragged her from her chair, across the threshold, into a luring little green path dented with many child footprints. " See ! " he exclaimed. " I waited." Where Andrea had laid away his hope, a tall, straight stalk of heavily odorous lily bloom pointed skyward. The earth that it had scat- tered in its bulb-bursting still surrounded the strong, green stalk. It was a chalice of the spring, a symbol of life that is eternal. " I planted it and I waited," Andrea repeated. " All the children waited with me. " It blooms," he finished, laughing up into the joyful eyes that smiled back, comforted, into his. Life is a phenomenon in which no force is wasted and out of whose apparent death there continually confronts us the wonder of new life. Some of us are blind to the lessons Nature teaches, but little 114 MONTESSORI CHILDREN children may be led to feel nature facts that spell for them faith and hope and sympathy for all time. Dr. Montessori tells us the place of nature in education. We will put the planting and tending of little gardens, which are the child's own, above the place which such work has held, formerly, as a part of manual education. We will make gar- dening a means of leading our little ones to ob- serve the phenomena of life, to be patient in wait- ing for that life to manifest itself, and to be very sure in the hope that fruition will come. Does your little Andrea, your child who has come to you with such a divine curiosity about life and so quick a sense to feel it, have a chance to be, himself, a part of the miracle by helping something to grow? To plant a seed, to surround it with all the best conditions for growth, to tend it, to wait for its flowering this is Mon- tessori development possible for any child. Many of us feel that we are bringing our little ones into a nearness with nature when we show them beautiful pictures of flowers, lead them to exquisite gardens in which they must not pick the flowers, or take them to walk in our parks. This > J= S3 CM 1 JO