The children laughed when they saw a huge syringe.

There was not a tree in the yard that did not have mushrooms growing around its foot, or a bunch of mistletoe hanging in its branches.

Several of the trees had been blown down, but they had started to grow in the middle and all were laden with quantities of apples.

The thatched roofs, which were of unequal thickness, looked like brown velvet and could resist the fiercest gales.

But the wagon-shed was fast crumbling to ruins.