One day the came walking down the avenue.  
He had the keeper with him and his own two children, a little boy and a little girl. They had not been long at the manor-house and looked about them , for everything was new to them.
 
"What on earth is that ugly old doing there?" asked the squire, pointing at the old willow-tree with his . "He's enough to spoil the whole avenue. See that you get rid of him to-morrow, keeper. It makes me quite ill to look at him."
 
For that happened to be his mood that day.
 
"Now it's coming," said the oak. "That's your death-warrant, you old Willow-Tree. Well, you won't be sorry. I think it must be better to make an end of it than to stand and get hollower day by day."
 
"We all cling to life," said the willow-tree sadly. "And what will become of my boarders?"
 
"They may be thankful that they lived so long," said the wild rose-bush.
 
"Let's first see what happens," said the elder-bush. "I have been through times that looked worse still and have escaped for all that."
 
"Thank goodness that's over!" said the poplar who stood nearest.
 
"Thank goodness!... Thank goodness!... Thank goodness!" whispered the poplars along the avenue.
 
Next morning the keeper came. He had merely an with him, for he thought it would only take a couple of blows to do away with the old, rotten willow-stump. Just as he was about to strike, his eyes fell upon the black-currant-bush in the top. The currants were big and ripe. He put out his hand, picked one of them and ate it:
 
"What a thing!" he said. "It's exactly like those in the manor-garden. Goodness knows how it got up there!"
 
"Keeper! Keeper!"
 
The squire's son came running down the avenue. He wanted to see the old willow-tree felled. The keeper told him about the black-currant-bush and picked a currant and gave it to him.
 
"Lift me up. I must pick some for myself," said the boy.
 
The keeper lifted him up. He pulled with both hands at the willow-twigs up there and pulled so hard that they snapped.
 
Then he caught hold of the tree's thin shell, which was so that a big piece came off in each of his hands. But then he clapped his hands with surprise and delight and shouted:
 
"Keeper! Keeper! There's quite a garden up here. There are the loveliest strawberries beside the black-currant-bush ... and here's a little mountain-ash ... and a dear little oak ... and weeds, too ... five yellow dandelions ... and a of , keeper.... Oh, how glorious, how glorious! I say, I must show it to sissy ... and to father!"
 
"Hurry now and eat the strawberries," said the keeper. "For the trunk has to be cut down and then it's all up with the whole concern."
 
"Lift me down," said the boy, kicking and . Then, when he stood on the ground, "Don't you dare cut down that tree," he said. "Do you hear? Don't you just dare!"
 
"Ah, but I do dare!" said the keeper, smiling. "You yourself heard the squire tell me."
 
"I'm going to run and fetch father," said the boy. "And don't you dare touch the tree before I come back. If you do, trust me, I'll take my revenge on you when I'm squire myself one day!"
 
Then he ran up the avenue. The keeper sat down in the ditch and waited, for he thought that the wisest thing to do:
 
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