"This is nice," said Sara next morning, as they drove through a lovely, undulating, wooded landscape. John's hat, the luggage and the cap on the petrol tank all safe, "but I wish we could come to the Black Forest."
"This is the Black Forest," said John.
"But it's not black," Sara wailed.
"It's not even a forest," sniffed Caroline.
From BERNESE ADVENTURE, Chapter 8.
