There is a tree in the garden opposite the front door, like a big cherry tree, only the fruit looks larger than cherries," he added with confidence.
"I suppose that no one showed you a photograph of the place ?" she asked doubtfully, "for as it happens I know it.

It is only about two miles from Lucerne by the short way through the woods.

What is more, there is a tree with a delicious fruit, either a big cherry or a small plum, for I have eaten some of it several years ago." "No," he answered, "no one.

My father only told me that the name of the little village is Kleindorf.

He wrote it on the label for my bag." Just then the line went round a bend.