It belongs to the oldest tree in the orchard, and Grandmother Hunter used to play house up in the top of it when she was a little girl.

Father told me he had a perch up there when he was a boy, so that he could watch the birds.

Perhaps, if you are careful and really want to keep quiet and see the birds, he will have one fixed for you." "How jolly!" said Nat.

"Sh-h! I see a bird now--such a queer little thing--it's running round like a mouse.

Oh! oh! it goes just as well upside down as any other way." And Nat pulled out his pencil and book and waited for the bird to come in sight again, which it was kind enough to do very soon.
"Size"-- wrote Nat, struggling with his pencil, which would squeak, because he had foolishly put it in his mouth.