gooseberry bush

Hang me to a gooseberry bush if I do not tell Anna Pappenheim of it ere to-morrow's sunset.

It was a very large and very ugly caterpillar, hanging to a twig of the gooseberry bush.

So next day they came again into the garden, and looked under the gooseberry bush.

Two children, a brother and a sister, were half hidden under the drooping branches of a large gooseberry bush.

That was why Mr. and Mrs. Robin worked so especially hard all morning, and made so many trips in under the gooseberry bush.