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in derision.
"He thinks he's everybody, since he has taken to living in town! He despises us!" sneered the Poplar, who was jealous of him.
"Oh, dear, oh, dear!" wept the Willow, a wretched little stunted fellow, who came clattering along in a pair of wooden shoes too big gentle and sad, whereas the Cypress, who stood near him, dressed all in black, frightened Tyltyl terribly.
However, so far nothing very dreadful had happened. The Trees, delighted at being able to talk, were all chattering together; and our young friend was simply going to ask them for him. "They have come to cut off my head and arms for firewood!" Tyltyl could not believe his eyes. lie never stopped asking the Cat questions: "Who's this?… Who's that?…" And Tylette introduced the soul of each Tree to him. There was the Elm, who was a sort of short-winded, paunchy, Crabby gnome; the Beech, an elegant, sprightly person; the Birch, who looked like the ghosts in the Palace of Night, with his white flowing garments and his restless gestures. The tallest figure was the Fir-tree: Tyltyl found it very difficult to see his face perched right at the top of his long, thin body; but he looked