1 Colin pointed to the high wall.
2 It was one of Mary's own little clearings round the pale green points.
3 He showed her ten thousand new green points pushing through the mould.
4 "I'm going to walk to that tree," he said, pointing to one a few feet away from him.
5 Martha, the young housemaid, who had just risen to her feet, looked and pointed also.
6 She found many more of the sprouting pale green points than she had ever hoped to find.
7 In the course of her digging with her pointed stick Mistress Mary had found herself digging up a sort of white root rather like an onion.
8 The exercise made her so warm that she first threw her coat off, and then her hat, and without knowing it she was smiling down on to the grass and the pale green points all the time.
9 The moisture which was good for the flowers was also good for the weeds which thrust up tiny blades of grass and points of leaves which must be pulled up before their roots took too firm hold.
10 She looked in the old border beds and among the grass, and after she had gone round, trying to miss nothing, she had found ever so many more sharp, pale green points, and she had become quite excited again.
11 She did not know anything about gardening, but the grass seemed so thick in some of the places where the green points were pushing their way through that she thought they did not seem to have room enough to grow.
12 She had been actually happy all the time; and dozens and dozens of the tiny, pale green points were to be seen in cleared places, looking twice as cheerful as they had looked before when the grass and weeds had been smothering them.