“Let’s go see,” suggested Arden.
They passed into the little grove of apple trees, Arden remarking how much some of them resembled those in the strange orchard at Cedar Ridge. Then she suddenly uttered a cry of delight.
“What is it?” Sim asked.
“Mistletoe!”
“No! Really?”
“I think so. Anyhow, it’s some sort of a bush with white berries on. Look!”
“It does seem like mistletoe,” agreed Sim. “But I thought that was found only down South.”
“I thought so too. But, anyhow, we can pretend this is mistletoe, it looks so much like it,” laughed Arden.
“Why should we want to pretend? Let’s be bold and say it is mistletoe!”
“Moselle might know the difference. But I’m with you to the hilt, comrade! Mistletoe it is!” Arden began quickly to gather the white-berried branches which, fortunately, broke off, making it unnecessary to cut them, which the girls couldn’t have done, as they had brought no knife.