Secretly, however, Marie pines for Emil Bergson, a dreamer and intellect who seems ill-suited to life on a farm.

Before that there were only plantations of pines on the cliff.

Here the girls sat under the pines and Hester read aloud from Undine.

The shadows were already lengthening, and a cool breeze stirred the deep aisles of the pines on either side of the highway.

Often I sat upon my doorstep almost ready to scream loudly enough to drown the sad music of the pines.

Many of the pines on this ridge were two feet in diameter, and a hundred feet high, with small clusters of limbs around the tops.