of tfy 



The muskrats are building ;. the last of the migrat- 

 ing geese have gone over ; the wild mice have har- 

 vested their acorns ; the bees have clustered ; the 

 woodchucks are asleep ; and the sap in the big hick- 

 ory by the side of the house has crept down out of 

 reach of the fingers of the frost. I will put on the 

 storm-doors and the double windows. Even now the 

 logs are blazing cheerily on the wide, warm hearth. 



