tree runner

Civilians left flowers as well as a tiny frosted Christmas tree that had two red ornaments.

To talk German was beyond the sweep of my dizziest ambition, but an Italian runner or porter instantly presented himself.

And since he was a very fast runner—for short distances—he met Grandfather Mole just as the old chap was crawling up the bank.

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.