Leslie was quick to spy the bits of creeping mitchella, and the wee feathery fronds that hid away their miniature grace under the feet of their taller sisters.
"We Girls: A Home Story"
Mrs. A. D. T. Whitney
Many a child brought hither its spring offering of the first mitchella, or its autumn gift of checkerberries.
"Flamsted quarries"
Mary E. Waller
mitchella vines, with thread-like, wandering stems, and here and there a gleaming scarlet berry among small, round, close-lying waxy leaves; breaths of silvery moss, like a frosty vapor; these flung a grace of lightness over the closer garlanding, and the whole lay upon a bed of exquisitely curled and laminated soft gray lichen.
"The Other Girls"
Mrs. A. D. T. Whitney