“Some leaves,” said Malleville. “I am going to show them to Phonny.”
So she opened her apron and showed Phonny.
“They are nothing but leaves,” said Phonny, “are they? Common leaves.”
“No,” 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.