o," said Malleville, "they are not common leaves. They are very
pretty leaves."

Stuyvesant came to look at the leaves. He took up one or two of them.

"That is a maple leaf," said he, "and that is an oak."

There was a small oak-tree in the corner of the yard.

"I am going to press them in a book," said Malleville.

Wallace looked at the leaves a minute, and then he went away.

Stuyvesant seemed more interested in looking at the leaves, than
Phonny had been. He proposed that while Phonny was sick, they should
employ themselves in making a collection of the leaves of
forest-trees.

"We can make a scrap-book," said he, "and paste them in, and then,
underneath we can write all about the trees that the leaves belong
to."

"How can we find out about the trees?" asked Phonny.

"Beechnut will tell us," said Stuyvesant.

"So he will," replied Phonny, "and that will be an excellent plan."

This project was afterward put into execution. Stuyvesant made
a scrap-book. He made it of a kind of smooth and pretty white
wrapping-paper. He put what are called false leaves between all the
true leaves, as is usually done in large scrap-books. Stuyvesant's
scrap-book had twenty leaves. He said that he did not think that they
could find more than twenty kinds of trees. They pressed the leaves in
a book until they were dry, and then pasted them into the scrap-book,
one on the upper half of each page. Then they wrote on a small piece
of white paper, all that they could learn about each tree, and put
these inscriptions under the leaves, to which they respectively
referred.

The children worked upon the collection of leaves a little while every
day. They divided the duty, giving each one a share. Stuyvesant
pressed the leaves and gummed them to their places in the book.
Phonny, who was a pretty good composer, composed the descriptions, and
afterward Stuyvesant would copy them upon the pieces of paper which
were to be pasted into the book. Stuyvesant used to go out to the barn
or the yard, to get all the information which Beechnut could give him
in respect to the particular tree which happened, for the time being,
to be the subject of inquiry. He would then come in and tell Phonny
what Beechnut had told him. Phonny would then write the substance of
this information down upon a slate, and after reading it over, and
carefully correcting it, Stuyvesant would copy it neatly upon the
paper.

One day during the time that Phonny was co