“This is a delightful spot,” he said, “we must ask the Hail on a visit.” So the Hail came. He was wrapped in furs, and he roared all day about the garden, and blew the chimney-pots down. Then they invited the North Wind to stay with them, and he came. “Spring has forgotten this garden,” they cried, “so we will live here all the year round.” The Snow covered up the grass with her great white cloak, and the Frost painted all the trees silver. The only people who were pleased were the Snow and the Frost. 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. The birds did not care to sing in it as there were no children, and the trees forgot to blossom. Only in the garden of the Selfish Giant it was still winter. Then the Spring came, and all over the country there were little blossoms and little birds.
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