They had the scent of fir-trees . Ah ! those are grand , grand ! ' ` Oh ! if I were only big enough to sail away over the sea too ! What sort of thing is the sea ? what does it look like ? ' ` Oh ! it would take much too long to tell you all that , ' said the stork , and off he went . ` Rejoice in your youth , ' said the sunbeams , ` rejoice in the sweet growing time , in the young life within you . ' And the wind kissed it and the dew wept tears over it , but the fir-tree did not understand . Towards Christmas-time quite little trees were cut down , some not as big as the young fir-tree , or just the same age , and now it had no peace or rest for longing to be away . These little trees , which were chosen for their beauty , kept all their branches ; they were put in carts and drawn out of the wood by horses . ` Whither are those going ? ' asked the fir-tree ; ` they are no bigger than I , and one there was much smaller even ! Why do they keep their branches ? Where are they taken to ? ' ` We know ! we know ! ' twittered the sparrows .
` Down there XXXXX the city we have peeped in at the windows , we know where they go !
Towards as for if in like of over to within