. Stories to tell to children; fifty one stories with some suggestions for telling. S TO TELL TO CHILDREN The Little Fir Tree was happy as a birdsbecause he knew they were about to cuthim down. And when he was being car-ried away on the sledge he lay wondering,so contentedly, whether he should be themast of a ship or part of a fine city when they came to the town he wastaken out and set upright in a tub andplaced on the edge of a sidewalk in a rowof other fir trees, all small, but none so littleas he. And then the Little Fir Tree beganto see life. People kept coming to look at the tr
. Stories to tell to children; fifty one stories with some suggestions for telling. S TO TELL TO CHILDREN The Little Fir Tree was happy as a birdsbecause he knew they were about to cuthim down. And when he was being car-ried away on the sledge he lay wondering,so contentedly, whether he should be themast of a ship or part of a fine city when they came to the town he wastaken out and set upright in a tub andplaced on the edge of a sidewalk in a rowof other fir trees, all small, but none so littleas he. And then the Little Fir Tree beganto see life. People kept coming to look at the treesand to take them away. But always whenthey saw the Little Fir Tree they shooktheir heads and said,— It is too little, too little. Until, finally, two children came along,hand in hand, looking carefully at all thesmall trees. When they saw the Little FirTree they cried out,— Well take this one; it is just littleenough! They took him out of his tub and car-ried him away, between them. And thehappy Little Fir Tree spent all his timewondering what it could be that he was jusl. CARRIED HIM AWAY, BETWEEN THEM THE LITTLE FIR TREE 97 little enough for; he knew it could hardlybe a mast or a house, since he was goingaway with children. He kept wondering, while they took himin through some big doors, and set him upin another tub, on the table, in a bare littleroom. Pretty soon they went away, andcame back again with a big basket, carriedbetween them. Then some pretty ladies,with white caps on their heads and whiteaprons over their blue dresses, came bring-ing little parcels. The children took thingsout of the basket and began to play withthe Little Fir Tree, just as he had oftenbegged the wind and the snow and thebirds to do. He felt their soft little toucheson his head and his twigs and his when he looked down at himself, asfar as he could look, he saw that he wasall hung with gold and silver chains! Therewere strings of white fluffy stuff droopingaround him; his twig
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