Suddenly the quiet of the room was broken by the bark of Fred's dog, Watch. Slave hunters had tracked us to this very place! ...The rough men searched the house below. The peace of the night had disappeared and danger was very near.

The trouble started the following week when Rosie came back from her piano lessons. "Emma, do you want to play in my new house?" Rosie asked. Emma grabbed her dolls and followed Rosie out to the playhouse. But something was wrong.

"What are you going to cut?" Mikal wanted to know. "A new home for our little trees," said Uncle Gene. "You see, grafting is like adoption. These little sticks are like children that are going to be adopted. We are going to choose a good home for them on this tree...."