Theholeswerealreadydug，andtheysettowork。Winterborne’sfingerswereendowedwithagentleconjuror’stouchinspreadingtherootsofeachlittletree，resultinginasortofcaress，underwhichthedelicatefibresalllaidthemselvesoutintheirproperdirectionsforgrowth。Heputmostoftheserootstowardsthesouth-west；for，hesaid，infortyyears’time，whensomegreatgaleisblowingfromthatquarter，thetreeswillrequirethestrongestholdfastonthatsidetostandagainstitandnotfall。
“Howtheysighdirectlyweput’emupright，thoughwhiletheyarelyingdowntheydon’tsighatall。”saidMarty。
“Dothey？”saidGiles。“I’venevernoticedit。”
Sheerectedoneoftheyoungpinesintoitshole，andheldupherfinger；thesoftmusicalbreathinginstantlysetin，whichwasnottoceasenightordaytillthegrowntreeshouldbefelled——
probablylongafterthetwoplantersshouldbefelledthemselves。