1 It was this hazy tangle from tree to tree which made it all look so mysterious.
2 A boy was sitting under a tree, with his back against it, playing on a rough wooden pipe.
3 They went from tree to tree and from bush to bush.
4 Dickon looked across the grass at the tree and Mary looked and there was a brief moment of stillness.
5 Mary gazed at the tree and thought.
6 "I'm going to walk to that tree," he said, pointing to one a few feet away from him.
7 I can rest against the tree if I like.
8 He walked to the tree and though Dickon held his arm he was wonderfully steady.
9 On the grass near the tree Mary had dropped her trowel.
10 The light shone on him through the tree canopy.
11 When he returned to the canopy tree his cheeks were flushed and he looked triumphant.
12 But when Colin held forth under his tree old Ben fixed devouring eyes on him and kept them there.
13 She was playing by herself under a tree, just as she had been playing the day the cholera broke out.
14 They always bury it under a ha'nted house or on an island, or under a dead tree that's got one limb sticking out.
15 ABOUT noon the next day the boys arrived at the dead tree; they had come for their tools.