"These trees have no undergrowth of shrubs, like our New England trees." "But, O, look! look, papa! What is that long green _dangle_, dripping down from up high?
No, swinging up from down low ?' "Yes, what is um, Uncle Eddard ?" "That is a mistletoe-vine embracing a hickory tree.

It is called a 'tree-thief,' because it steals its food from the tree it grows upon." "Why, papa, I shouldn't think 'twas a thief, for the tree knows it.

A thief comes in the night, when there doesn't anybody know it.

_I_ should think 'twas a _beggar_." "_I_ fink so too," said Flyaway, straining her eyes to look at she knew not what.

"I fink um ought to ask _pease_." "All this tract of country where we are riding now," said Mrs.Clifford, "was overflowed last spring by the river.