"Oh, I can put his house upon a board," said Stuyvesant, "and put him into it, and then bring house and all." "Well," said Mrs. Henry, "I have no objection. Only get a smooth and clean board." So Stuyvesant went out to the shop to get the squirrel. He found him perched upon the handle of the hand-saw, which was hanging against the wall. "Come, Frink, come with me," said Stuyvesant. So he extended his hand and took Frink down. "Ah!" said he, "I have not got your house ready yet. So you will please to go down into my pocket until I am ready." So saying, Stuyvesant slipped the squirrel into his jacket-pocket, leaving his head and the tip of his tail out. The squirrel being accustomed to such operations, remained perfectly still. Stuyvesant then found a board a little larger than the bottom of the squirrel's house, and putting this board upon the bench, he placed the house upon it. He then took Frink out of his pocket and slipped him into the door. He next put a block before the door to keep the squirrel from coming out, and then taking up the board by the two ends he carried it out of the shop. He walked along the yard with it until he came to the piazza, and then went in at Mrs. Henry's window, which was open. As soon as he had gone in, Mrs. Henry shut her window, and Malleville shut the doors. Stuyvesant then put the house down upon a chair, and took the block away from the door to let the squirrel come out. Frink seemed at first greatly astonished to find himself in a parlor. The first thing that he did was to run up to the top of a tall clock which stood in the corner, and perching himself upon a knob there, he began to gaze around the room. [Illustration: FRINK IN THE PARLOR.] Phonny was very much amused at this. Stuyvesant and Malleville were very much amused, too. They postponed their plan of going out to play for some time, in order that they might see Frink run about the parlor. At length, however, they went away, and Phonny commenced reading his story. After a time, Frink crept slyly along and perched himself on the back of the sofa, close to the book out of which Phonny was reading. CHAPTER XI. THE JOURNEY. One evening about a week after the occurrences related in the last chapter, when Phonny's foot had got entirely well, Mrs. Henry went to the door which led to the back yard with a letter in her hand. She was looking for Stuyvesant. Presently she saw him and Phonny coming through the garden gate with tools in their hands. They had been down to build a bridge across a small brook in a field beyond the garden. "Stuyvesant," said Mrs. Henry, "I have just received a letter from your father." Stuyvesant's eye brightened as Mrs. Henry said this, and he pressed eagerly forward to learn what the letter contained. "It is about you," said Mrs. Henry, "and it is a very important letter indeed." "What is it?" said Phonny eagerly. "Read it to us, mother."