The trees were very tall, and Mary Bell, as she looked up from her deep and narrow pathway, and saw the lofty tops rocking to and fro with a very slow and gentle motion, as they were waved by the wind, it seemed to her that they actually touched the sky.
At one time she heard the leaves rustling, by the side of the road, and looking in under the trees, she saw a gray squirrel, just in the act of leaping up from the leaves upon the ground to the end of a log.
As soon as he had gained this footing, he stopped and looked round at Mary Bell.

Mary Bell stopped too; each looked at the other for several seconds, in silence,--the child with an expression of curiosity and pleasure upon her countenance, and the squirrel with one of wonder and fear upon his.

Mary Bell made a sudden motion toward him with her hand to frighten him a little.

It did frighten him.

He turned off and ran along the log as fast as he could go, until he reached the end of it, and disappeared.
"Poor Bobbin," said Mary Bell, "I am sorry that I frightened you away." A few steps farther on in her walk, Mary Bell came to a place where a great number of yellow butterflies had settled down together in the path.