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Old Master Boohoo, the owl, sometimes goes on at such 

 a rate on moonlight nights in the great chestnut-trees that 

 overhang the river, that, if you did not know better, you 

 might think yourself miles deep in the heart of a sombre 

 forest, instead of being within two squares walk of the 

 city lamps. We never yet have caught a fair sight of 

 him. At the cottage we speak of, the chestnut-trees are 

 very tall, and come close to the upper windows ; and one 

 night a fair maiden, going up to bed, was startled by a 

 pair of great round eyes looking into her window. It was 

 one of the Boohoo family, who had been taken with a fit 

 of grave curiosity about what went on inside the cottage, 

 and so set himself to observe. We have never been able 

 to return the compliment by looking into their housekeep 

 ing, as their nests are very high up in the hollows of old 

 trees, where we should not be likely to get at them. 



If we hear anything more from any of these neighbors 

 of ours, we will let you know. We have all the afternoon 

 been hearing a great screaming among the jays in the 

 woods hard by, and I think we must go out and see 

 what is the matter. So good by. 



THE END. 



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