Sweet-fern, too, I smelled sometimes, and I heard a soothing monotone of familiar sound below me.

But Nelly sank down as pale as ashes into the sweet-fern bushes, and looked at her strangely.

Sweet-fern in patches broke their mass here and there, and exhaled its wild perfume to the foot or skirt brushing through it.

Looking at those deep tides of sweet-fern, I had an inspiration.