tree, followed closely by little Dora; but when they reached the holly, they found that it was not on a bush at all, but was held by a little dwarf, who had been waving it over his head to attract their attention.
"Hello!" cried the dwarf. "Don't you want a nice sprig of holly?"
Colin did not answer at first. He was too much astonished, and as for Dora, she just stood close to her brother, holding tight to his hand. The dwarf did not appear to be big enough to do them any harm, but he was such a strange creature that it is no wonder Colin hesitated before speaking to him. He wore a high cap, a funny little coat, and his breeches and shoes and stockings were all in one piece and fitted very tightly indeed.
"You do want some holly, don't you?" he said.
"Yes," said Colin, "I want some very much. We have been looking everywhere for it, but couldn't find a bit."
"There isn't any more than this," said the dwarf. "This is the last sprig in the whole forest. And it's splendid, too. There's been no holly like it in this country for years and years and years. Look what big leaves it has, and see how bright and shiny they are, and what a fine bunch of berries is on it! It's very different from that piece of bush you have in your hand. That's not holly."
"I know it isn't," said Colin, "but I thought it might do, perhaps, if we didn't find any real holly."
"But it won't do," said the dwarf. "Nothing will do for holly but holly. That's been settled long ago. You can have this, if you'll pay me for it."
"How much do you want?" asked Colin.
"One year of your life," said the dwarf
If Colin and Dora were astonished before, they were ever so much more astonished now.
