pepper tree

Bohac vowed to that when he came back next year there would be no confusion about any Christmas tree or Santa aprons.

One whist table only is at work; General Pepper and three old hands of the same kidney are hard at it.

This tiny person spent little or none of his time in the tree-tops, but chose to stay near the ground.

Each tiny tree was a plume of leaves; the rows stretched out to the hilltop, and over.

Wide and straight, well made and tree-lined throughout, it supplied the two great arteries of Indian life.

I saw every crook in the fence, every rut in the road, every bush and tree long before we came to it.