Everywhere we see the vine, and with every bend we seem nearer the South.
He rather pitied the vine—it seemed to have been badly used by fate, just as he had been.
No matter how it grows, to my thinking the vine is a lovely thing.
"You will be warm now," said the vine, kissing Barbara's forehead.
Then the vine and the snowdrop wept, and the pine-tree and the fir were very ...