DO my dear little friends want to hear a word more 

 about our country neighbors ? Since we wrote about 

 them, we have lived in the same place more than a year, 

 and perhaps some of you may want to know whether old 

 Unke or little Cri-cri have ever come up to sit under the 

 lily-leaves by the fountain, or Master Furry-toes, the flying 

 squirrel, has amused himself in pattering about the young 

 lady's chamber o' nights ? I am sorry to say that our 

 country neighbors have entirely lost the neighborly, con- 

 fiding spirit that they had when we first came and settled 

 in the woods. 



