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The only people who were pleased were the Snow owcar the Frost. The birds sat on the trees and sang so sweetly that the children used to stop their games in order to listen to them.
They used to wander round the high wall when their lessons were over, and talk about the beautiful garden inside. I will put that poor little boy on the top of the tree, and then I will knock down the wall, and my garden shall be the children’s playground for ever and ever.
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And the trees were so glad to have the children back again that they had covered themselves with blossoms, and were waving their arms gently above the children’s heads. And the child smiled on the Giant, and said to him, ‘You let me play once in your garden, to-day you shall come with me to my garden, which is Paradise. Then they invited the North Wind to stay with them, and he came. Once a beautiful flower put its head out from the grass, but when it saw the notice-board it was so sorry for the children that it slipped back into the ground again, and went off to sleep.
Every day for three hours he rattled on the roof of the castle till he broke most of the slates, and then he ran round and round the garden as fast as he could go. Only in the garden of the Selfish Giant it was still Winter.
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Then the Spring came, and all over the country there were little blossoms and little birds. And the tree broke at once into blossom, and the birds came and sang on it, and the little boy stretched out his two arms and flung them round the Giant’s neck, and kissed him.
Suddenly he rubbed his eyes in wonder, and looked and looked. Every afternoon, when school was over, the children came and played with the Giant. And when the children ran in that afternoon, they found the Giant lying dead under the tree, all covered with white blossoms.
And the Giant stole up behind him and took him gently in his hand, and put him up into the tree. Years went over, and the Giant grew very old and feeble. Its branches were all golden, and silver fruit hung down from them, and underneath it stood the little boy he had loved.
The birds did not care to sing in it as there were no children, and the trees forgot to blossom. In every tree that he could see there was a little child.
In the farthest corner of the garden was a tree quite covered with lovely white blossoms. And the Giant’s heart melted as he looked out. Through a little hole in the wall the children had crept in, and they were sitting in the branches of the trees.
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But the little boy whom the Giant loved was never seen again. It certainly was a marvellous sight.
He saw a most wonderful sight. The poor children had now nowhere to play.
Only the little boy did not run, for his eyes were so full of tears that he died not see the Giant coming. He could not play about any more, so he sat in a huge armchair, and watched the children at their games, and admired his garden.
He had been to visit his friend the Cornish ogre, and had stayed with him for seven years. But the children said that they did not know where he lived, and had never seen him before; and the Giant felt very sad. It was the farthest corner of the garden, and in it was standing a little boy.
Here and there over the grass stood beautiful flowers like stars, and there were twelve peach-trees that in the spring-time broke out into delicate blossoms of pink and pearl, and in the autumn bore rich fruit. The Giant was very kind to all the children, yet he longed for his first little friend, and often spoke of him.
One morning the Giant was lying awake in bed when he heard some lovely music. He did not hate the Winter now, for he knew that it was merely the Spring asleep, and that the flowers were resting. And when he came quite close his face grew red with anger, and he said, ‘Who hath dared to wound thee? Then the Hail stopped dancing over his head, and the North Wind ceased roaring, and a delicious perfume came to him through the open casement.
Every afternoon, as they were coming from school, the children used to go and play in the Giant’s garden. The Autumn gave golden fruit to every garden, but to the Giant’s garden she gave none.