tallow candles, and goes in thin and comes out fat?"
"I don't know that!" replied the Tree; "but I know the wood, where the sun shines, and where the birds sing."
And then it told all about its youth.
And the little Mice had never heard anything of the kind; and they listened and said, "What a number of things you have seen! How happy you must have been!"
"I?" said the Fir Tree; and it thought about what it had told. "Yes, those were really quite happy times." But then he told of the Christmas-eve, when he had been hung with sweetmeats and candles.
"Oh!" said the little Mice, "how happy you have been, you old Fir Tree!"
"I’m not old at all," said the Tree. "I only came out of the wood this winter. I'm only rather backward in my growth."
"What splendid stories you can tell!" said the little Mice.
And next night they came with four other little Mice, to hear what the Tree had to relate; and the more it said, the more clearly did it remember everything, and thought, "Those were quite merry days! But they may come again. Klumpey-Dumpey fell down stairs, and yet he married the Princess. Perhaps I may marry a Princess too!" And then the Fir Tree though of a pretty little birch tree that