`` It 's all right if you call him by his polite name , '' said Felicity stiffly . `` Why does the Lombardy poplar hold its branches straight up in the air like that , when all the other poplars hold theirs out or hang them down ? '' interjected Peter , who had been gazing intently at the slender spire showing darkly against the fine blue eastern sky . `` Because it grows that way , '' said Felicity . `` Oh I know a story about that , '' cried the Story Girl . `` Once upon a time an old man found the pot of gold at the rainbow 's end . There IS a pot there , it is said , but it is very hard to find because you can never get to the rainbow 's end before it vanishes from your sight . But this old man found it , just at sunset , when Iris , the guardian of the rainbow gold , happened to be absent . As he was a long way from home , and the pot was very big and heavy , he decided to hide it until morning and then get one of his sons to go with him and help him carry it . So he hid it under the boughs of the sleeping poplar tree . `` When Iris came back she missed the pot of gold and of course she was in a sad way about it . She sent Mercury , the messenger of the gods , to look for it , for she did n't dare leave the rainbow again , lest somebody should run off with that too . Mercury asked all the trees if they had seen the pot of gold , and the elm , oak and pine pointed to the poplar and said , '' ` The poplar can tell you where it is . ' '' ` How can I tell you where it is ? ' cried the poplar , and she held up all her branches in surprise , just as we hold up our hands -- and down tumbled the pot of gold . The poplar was amazed and indignant , for she was a very honest tree . She stretched her boughs high above her head and declared that she would always hold them like that , so that nobody could hide stolen gold under them again . And she taught all the little poplars she knew to stand the same way , and that is why Lombardy poplars always do . But the aspen poplar leaves are always shaking , even on the very calmest day . And do you know why ? ''
And then she told us the old legend XXXXX the cross on which the Saviour of the world suffered was made of aspen poplar wood and so never again could its poor , shaken , shivering leaves know rest or peace .
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