He pulled them all off and carried them away.
The little pine tree was bare.
"O," cried the little tree, "I don't want gold leaves any more, for men will take them away. I want something beautiful that they will not take away. I think I should like glass leaves."
The little tree went to sleep.
The fairy came by again and said:
"This little tree wants glass leaves. It shall have them."
Next morning the tree woke up and found that it was covered with leaves of shining glass.
How they shone in the sun!
"These leaves are much better than gold leaves," said the little tree. "They are very beautiful."
But a wind came down the valley.