Perhaps a public road might be not far off, but at least here there was no promise of it.

In the edge of the thicket, at the side of the church, was the girl whose appearance Daisy had hailed.
"I sha'n't wait for you," cried her brother, as she sprang down.
"No--go--I don't want you,"-- and Daisy made few steps over the greensward to the thicket.

Then it was,--"O Nora! how do you do?
what are you doing ?"--and "O Daisy! I'm getting wintergreens." Anybody who has ever been nine, or ten, or eleven years old, and gone in the woods looking for wintergreens, knows what followed.

The eager plunging into the thickest of the thicket; the happy search of every likely bank or open ground in the shelter of some rock; the careless, delicious straying from rock to rock, and whithersoever the bank or the course of the thicket might lead them.

The wintergreens sweet under foot, sweet in the hands of the children, the whole air full of sweetness.