All sorts of splendid red and yellow leaves did Dan bring home for Mrs.Jo to dress her parlor with, graceful-seeded grasses, clematis tassels, downy, soft, yellow wax-work berries, and mosses, red-brimmed, white, or emerald green.
"I need not sigh for the woods now, because Dan brings the woods to me," Mrs.Jo used to say, as she glorified the walls with yellow maple boughs and scarlet woodbine wreaths, or filled her vases with russet ferns, hemlock sprays full of delicate cones, and hardy autumn flowers; for Dan's crop suited her well.
The great garret was full of the children's little stores and for a time was one of the sights of the house.

Daisy's flower seeds in neat little paper bags, all labelled, lay in a drawer of a three-legged table.
Nan's herbs hung in bunches against the wall, filling the air with their aromatic breath.

Tommy had a basket of thistle-down with the tiny seeds attached, for he meant to plant them next year, if they did not all fly away before that time.

Emil had bunches of pop-corn hanging there to dry, and Demi laid up acorns and different sorts of grain for the pets.
But Dan's crop made the best show, for fully one half of the floor was covered with the nuts he brought.

All kinds were there, for he ranged the woods for miles round, climbed the tallest trees, and forced his way into the thickest hedges for his plunder.