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peewitt’s nest. 
f FIELD for the exercise of her new enthusiasm 
was not long wanting. About this time her 
father’s family removed from the village of Bar- 
aboo to their old homestead at the “ Peewitt’s 
Nest,” three miles distant. 
The house there was old, its rooms bare and 
unattractive; but taste rather than wealth has 
ever been the sceptre beauty obeys. Her mother, 
with an ardent love of flowers, had every sunny 
window filled with plants, while a beautiful 
English ivy was trained up the walls, over doors, 
windows, book-case, and cabinet. 
With only these plants, in addition to ordinary 
furniture, Mrs. Maxwell, with the aid of her 
newly-acquired art, soon had it transformed into 
one of the loveliest of places. 
In the parlor the plant-pots were arranged upon 
the flower-stand as compactly as possible, and 
completely hidden by moss. Bright birds were t. 
then placed among the foliage and vines in such 
lifelike attitudes, one could hardly believe they 
would not fly. 
Over the top of her father’s cabinet of fossils 
and mineralogical specimens were placed grasses 
and heavy heads of millet. From under the lat- 
ter peeped timidly a little red squirrel, while far- 
ther along its mate sat eating a butternut. The 
