1 There was a garden out in the suburbs; a small, leafy corner, with a few green tables under the orange trees.
2 Further away still, vegetable gardens abounded, with frequent small plantations of orange or lemon trees intervening.
3 Edna tapped her foot impatiently, and wondered why the children persisted in playing in the sun when they might be under the trees.
4 They waited a good while under the orange trees, till Madame Antoine came back, panting, waddling, with a thousand apologies to explain her absence.
5 It was very pleasant to stay there under the orange trees, while the sun dipped lower and lower, turning the western sky to flaming copper and gold.
6 She went with them herself to see the pigs and the cows, to look at the darkies laying the cane, to thrash the pecan trees, and catch fish in the back lake.
7 She often stopped there during her perambulations; sometimes taking a book with her, and sitting an hour or two under the trees when she found the place deserted.
8 He told some amusing plantation experiences, recollections of old Iberville and his youth, when he hunted 'possum in company with some friendly darky; thrashed the pecan trees, shot the grosbec, and roamed the woods and fields in mischievous idleness.'