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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. 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.
And the Giant stole up behind him and took him gently in his hand, and put him up into the tree. One winter morning he looked out of his window as he was dressing. The poor children had now nowhere to play.
And when the children ran in that afternoon, they found the Giant lying dead under the tree, all covered with white blossoms. Every afternoon, when school was over, the children came and played with the Giant. And when the people were gong to market at twelve o’clock they found the Giant playing with the children in the most beautiful garden they had ever seen.
Years went over, and the Giant grew very old and feeble. It sounded so sweet to his ears that he thought it must be the King’s musicians passing by. One morning the Giant was lying awake in bed when he heard some lovely music. And the Giant’s heart melted as he looked out.
He saw a most wonderful sight. And the other children, when they saw that the Giant was not wicked any longer, came running back, and with them came the Spring. But the children said that they did not know where he lived, and had never seen him before; and the Giant felt very sad. After the seven years were over he had said all that he had to say, for his conversation was limited, and he determined wildf return to his own castle.
He did not hate the Winter now, for he knew that it was merely the Spring asleep, and that the flowers were resting.
Every afternoon, as they were coming from school, the children used to go and play in the Giant’s garden. So it was always Winter there, and the North Wind, and the Hail, and the Frost, and the Snow danced about through the trees. He had been to visit his friend the Cornish ogre, and had stayed with him for seven years.
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.
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It was the farthest corner of the garden, and in it was standing a little boy. When he arrived he saw the children playing in the garden.
He was dressed in grey, and his breath was like ice. Suddenly he rubbed his eyes in wonder, and looked and looked. The birds sat on the trees and sang so sweetly that the children used to stop their games in order to listen to them. In every tree that he could see there was a little child.
It was really only a little linnet singing outside his window, but it was so long since he had heard a bird sing in his garden that it seemed to him to be the most beautiful music in the world. So he crept downstairs and opened the front door quite softly, and went out into the garden.
They tried to play on the road, but the road was very dusty and full of hard stones, and they did not like it. The birds were flying about and twittering with delight, and the flowers were looking up through the green grass and laughing.
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Through a little hole in the wall the children had crept in, and they were sitting in the branches of the trees. One day the Giant came back. 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. Downstairs ran the Giant in great joy, and out into the garden. 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.