Klumpey-Dumpey
fell downstairs and yet came to honor and married the Princess!
"Yes, so it happens in the world!" thought the Fir Tree, and believed
it must be true, because that was such a nice man who told it. "Well,
who can know? Perhaps I shall fall downstairs, too, and marry a
Princess!" And it looked forward with pleasure to being adorned again,
the next evening, with candles and toys, gold and fruit. "To-morrow I
shall not tremble," it thought.
"I will rejoice in all my splendor. To-morrow I shall here the story
of Klumpey-Dumpey again, and perhaps that of Ivede-Avede, too."
And the Tree stood all night quiet and thoughtful.
In the morning the servants and the chambermaid came in.
"Now my splendor will begin afresh," thought the Tree. But they
dragged him out of the room, and upstairs to the garret, and here they
put him in a dark corner where no daylight shone.
"What's the meaning of this?" thought the Tree. "What am I to do here?
What is to happen?"
And he leaned against the wall, and thought, and thought. And he had
time enough, for days and nights went by, and nobody came up; and
when at length some one came, it was only to put some great boxes in
a corner.
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