34 THE BUTTERFLY HUNTERS. 



By this time Hal felt hungry, so Rose said they would 

 eat their luncheon before visiting the old cellar hole. To 

 reach the White Pine they had to walk along by the 

 wall in the cow-path till they came to a clump of Pine- 

 trees. In the centre of this clump stood the White Pine. 

 This tree was the largest of the group. Under its Wide- 

 spreading branches was an open space covered with a 

 soft Pine carpet. The other Pine-trees grew all around 

 so as to shut it in entirely, making a pleasant bower, 

 where the children often came on hot Summer days. 

 On one side Hal had trimmed the branches so as to 

 make a little arched entrance. They all sat down under 

 the tree, and Rose spread out the contents of her basket. 

 Tom thought he had never eaten anything so nice as the 

 thin slices of bread and butter, and apple-pie and Dutch 

 cheese. When they had eaten their luncheon, they laid 

 their moss and all the small flowers in the basket, and 

 then strolled off in the direction of the old cellar hole. 



As they walked along. Rose told Tom all she knew 

 about the cellar hole. There had been no house there 

 for a great many years. Almost one hundred years ago, 

 when the house was new and when the little narrow lane 

 upon which it stood was one of the travelled country 

 roads, a young sister of General Israel Putnam was 

 brought home to it, a bride. Here she lived for many 

 years and had a large number of children, both girls 



