'Indeed, papa, that is a very different thing.'
'Yes; there is certainly a vast difference between a person cutting down a tree that incommodes him, and that he would then make use of for fuel, and fourteen or fifteen thousand that you would burn for your pleasure.'
'But I do not know those trees.'
'Neither do you know this poplar that you have just been lamenting.'
'But at least I see it.'
'You can as easily see all those that surround it. Look at this one, how strong and how straight it is!'
'Oh, what a fine oak! I do not think my arms could reach round it. See, papa, how high it is, and those three great branches which grow from it look like large trees.'
'It must be sixty or seventy years old: it will grow at least twenty more.'
'How enormous it will be then! I hope I shall see it.'
'But if it should be burned in the meantime?'