It was about six inches high.

The sight of this orange-tree interested Marco very much, for it reminded him of home.

He had often seen orange-trees growing in the parlors and green-houses in New York.
"What a pretty little orange-tree!" said Marco.

"Where did you get it ?" "How did you know it was an orange-tree ?" said the girl.
"O, I know an orange-tree well enough," replied Marco.

"I have seen them many a time." "Where ?" asked, the girl.
"In New York," said Marco.