“We know!  We know!” chirped the Sparrows.  “We have peeped in at the windows in the town below!  We know whither they are taken!  The greatest splendor and the greatest magnificence one can imagine await them.  We peeped through the windows, and saw them planted in the middle of the warm room and ornamented with the most splendid things, with gilded apples, with gingerbread, with toys, and many hundred lights!”

“And then?” asked the Fir Tree, trembling in every bough.  “And then?  What happens then?”

“We did not see anything more:  it was incomparably beautiful.”

“I would fain know if I am destined for so glorious a career,” cried the Tree, rejoicing.  “That is still better than to cross the sea!  What a longing do I suffer!  Were Christmas but come!  I am now tall, and my branches spread like the others that were carried off last year!  Oh! were I but already on the cart!  Were I in the warm room with all the splendor and magnificence!  Yes; then something better, something still grander, will surely follow, or wherefore should they thus ornament me?  Something better, something still grander must follow—­but what?  Oh, how I long, how I suffer!  I do not know myself what is the matter with me!”

“Rejoice in our presence!” said the Air and the Sunlight.  “Rejoice in thy own fresh youth!”

But the Tree did not rejoice at all; he grew and grew, and was green both winter and summer.  People that saw him said, “What a fine tree!” and towards Christmas he was one of the first that was cut down.  The axe struck deep into the very pith; the Tree fell to the earth with a sigh; he felt a pang—­it was like a swoon; he could not think of happiness, for he was sorrowful at being separated from his home, from the place where he had sprung up.  He well knew that he should never see his dear old comrades, the little bushes and flowers around him, anymore; perhaps not even the birds!  The departure was not at all agreeable.

The Tree only came to himself when he was unloaded in a court-yard with the other trees, and heard a man say, “That one is splendid!  We don’t want the others.”  Then two servants came in rich livery and carried the Fir Tree into a large and splendid drawing-room.  Portraits were hanging on the walls, and near the white porcelain stove stood two large Chinese vases with lions on the covers.  There, too, were large easy-chairs, silken sofas, large tables full of picture-books and full of toys, worth hundreds and hundreds of crowns—­at least the children said so.  And the Fir Tree was stuck upright in a cask that was filled with sand; but no one could see that it was a cask, for green cloth was hung all round it, and it stood on a large gaily-colored carpet.  Oh! how the Tree quivered!  What was to happen?  The servants, as well as the young ladies, decorated it.  On one branch there hung little nets cut out of colored paper, and each net was filled with sugarplums; and among the other boughs gilded apples and walnuts were suspended, looking as though they had grown there, and little blue and white tapers were placed among the leaves.  Dolls that looked for all the world like men—­the Tree had never beheld such before—­were seen among the foliage, and at the very top a large star of gold tinsel was fixed.  It was really splendid—­beyond description splendid.