I thought about that yesterday.
I thought also that you should not be here long before you saw
that you had done us an injustice, for could anything be prettier
than that little fir-tree down there in the hollow? just look at
its colour; that is a healthy fellow! and these sturdy saplings,
and that little gem there!" The tones of Helene's voice betrayed
the interest which she felt. "But how that one over there has
grown." She scrambled across to it, and he after her. "Do you see?
two branches already; and what branches!" They knelt down beside
it. "This boy has had parents of whom he can boast, for they have
all had just as much and just as little shelter. Oh! the
disgusting caterpillars." She was down before the little tree at
the side which was being spun over. She cleared it, and got up to
fetch some wet mould, which she laid carefully round the sprouts.
"Poor thing I it wants water, although it rained tremendously a
little time ago."
"Are you often up here?" he asked.
"It would all come to nothing if I were not!" She looked at him
searchingly. "You do not, perhaps, believe that this little tree
knows me; every one of them, indeed.
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