"I should think so, by the looks of them."
"O, Ned, what kind of a tree is that, with those rough things on the branches? Let's go and see. Why, it's a chestnut! Here are some just such as they sell in the stores."
"Why, Walter, didn't you ever see a chestnut tree before?"
"No; they don't grow our way; only walnuts and butternuts."
"There's plenty of them in Massachusetts. But what are all these stone walls built round the sides of the hills for? and what is that growing on them?"
"Vines; I've seen those in Spain."
"But how do they ever get any manure up there?"
"Lug it on their backs in baskets."
"I guess this land must all belong to one man, for I don't see any division fences; only once in a while a ditch, or a little pile of stones. He must have an everlasting sight of land, for I can't see any house. What kind of a tree is that with pale green leaves?"
"An olive."