Past a dour plantation of gnarled spruces and a maple-fringed, sun-warm valley they found the "something" Gilbert was looking for.
"Ah, here it is," he said with satisfaction.
"An apple tree--and away back here!" exclaimed Anne delightedly.
"Yes, a veritable apple-bearing apple tree, too, here in the very midst of pines and beeches, a mile away from any orchard.

I was here one day last spring and found it, all white with blossom.

So I resolved I'd come again in the fall and see if it had been apples.

See, it's loaded.

They look good, too--tawny as russets but with a dusky red cheek.