Then there were the sweet-gums, fragrant and star-leaved, and the black-gum, tough, dark, and unpretending.

No little girl in the county knew more about the trees of her native place than Kate; for she had made good use of her long rides through the country with her father.

Here were the chincapin-bushes, like miniature chestnut-trees, and here were the beautiful poplars.

She knew them by their bright leaves, which looked as though they had been snipped off at the top with a pair of scissors.

And here, right in front of her, was Uncle Braddock.