"I never saw a forest so petted, even in Germany.

Look, there's not a dead bough--the vines are trained--actually! And see here"-- he stopped and looked about him, calling Jeff's attention to the kinds of trees.
They left me for a landmark and made a limited excursion on either side.
"Food-bearing, practically all of them," they announced returning.

"The rest, splendid hardwood.

Call this a forest?
It's a truck farm!" "Good thing to have a botanist on hand," I agreed.

"Sure there are no medicinal ones?
Or any for pure ornament ?" As a matter of fact they were quite right.