EVERYafternoon, astheywerecomingfromschool, thechildrenusedtogoandplayintheGiant’, , andthereweretwelvepeach-treesthatinthespring-timebrokeoutintodelicateblossomsofpinkandpearl,.“Howhappywearehere!” , , forhisconversationwaslimited,.“Whatareyoudoinghere?” hecriedinaverygruffvoice, andthechildrenranaway.“Myowngardenismyowngarden,” saidtheGiant; “anyonecanunderstandthat, andIwillallownobodytoplayinitbutmyself.” Sohebuiltahighwallallroundit, , buttheroadwasverydustyandfullofhardstones, , andtalkaboutthebeautifulgardeninside.“Howhappywewerethere,” , , , butwhenitsawthenotice-boarditwassosorryforthechildrenthatitslippedbackintothegroundagain,.“Springhasforgottenthisgarden,” theycried, “sowewillliveherealltheyearround.” TheSnowcoveredupthegrasswithhergreatwhitecloak, , , andheroaredalldayaboutthegarden, andblewthechimney-potsdown.“Thisisadelightfulspot,” hesaid, “wemustasktheHailonavisit.” , , andhisbreathwaslikeice.“IcannotunderstandwhytheSpringissolateincoming,” saidtheSelfishGiant, ashesatatthewindowandlookedoutathiscoldwhitegarden; “Ihopetherewillbeachangeintheweather.”
ButtheSpringnevercame, , buttotheGiant’sgardenshegavenone.“Heistooselfish,” , andtheNorthWind, andtheHail, andtheFrost, ’, , andtheNorthWindceasedroaring, andadeliciousperfumecametohimthroughtheopencasement.“IbelievetheSpringhascomeatlast,” saidtheGiant; ?
