the wood this winter

“Where do you come from?”asked the Mice. “And what do you know?”They were dreadfully inquisitive.“Tell us about the most beautiful spot on earth. Have you been there? Have you been in the store-room, where cheeses lie on the shelves, and hams hang from the ceiling, where one dances on tallow candles, and goes in thin and comes out fat?”
“I don't know that!”replied the Tree; “but I know the wood
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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 it told of the Christmas-eve, when it 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 . I'm in my very best years.”
“What splendid stories you can tell!”said the little Mice.