The Autumn gave golden fruit to every garden , but to the Giant 's garden she gave none . `` He is too selfish , '' she said . So it was always Winter there , and the North Wind , and the Hail , and the Frost , and the Snow danced about through the trees . One morning the Giant was lying awake in bed when he heard some lovely music . It sounded so sweet to his ears that he thought it must be the King 's musicians passing by . 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 . 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 . `` I believe the Spring has come at last , '' said the Giant ; and he jumped out of bed and looked out . What did he see ? He saw a most wonderful sight . Through a little hole in the wall the children had crept in , and they were sitting in the branches of the trees . In every tree that he could see there was a little child . 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 . The birds were flying about and twittering with delight , and the flowers were looking up through the green grass and laughing . It was a lovely scene , only in one corner it was still winter . It was the farthest corner of the garden , and in it was standing a little boy . He was so small that he could not reach up to the branches of the tree , and he was wandering all round it , crying bitterly . The poor tree was still quite covered with frost and snow , and the North Wind was blowing and roaring above it . `` Climb up ! little boy , '' said the Tree , and it bent its branches down as low as it could ; but the boy was too tiny .
And the Giant 's heart melted as he XXXXX out .
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