As if kind Nature took pity on the poor boy, the little ledge was soft with lichens and thin grass, and here and there grew a sprig of checkerberry, sown by the wind, sheltered by the tree, and nourished by the moisture that trickled down the rock from some hidden spring.
"Spinning-Wheel Stories"
Louisa May Alcott
All I can think of is checkerberry."
"Aurora the Magnificent"
Gertrude Hall
"The gifted checkerberry hasn't been round lately," she smiled.
"Aurora the Magnificent"
Gertrude Hall