Most wild seedlings are green and uninviting." "I suppose it sprang years ago from some chance-sown seed," said Anne dreamily.

"And how it has grown and flourished and held its own here all alone among aliens, the brave determined thing!" "Here's a fallen tree with a cushion of moss.

Sit down, Anne--it will serve for a woodland throne.

I'll climb for some apples.

They all grow high--the tree had to reach up to the sunlight." The apples proved to be delicious.