The Selfish Giant part 3

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.

Farthest corner

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 looked out. “How selfish I have been!” he said;
“now I know why the Spring would not come here. 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.” He was really very sorry
for what’he had done.

So
he crept downstairs and opened the front door quite softly, and went out into
the garden. But when the children saw him they were so frightened that they all
ran away, and the garden became winter again. Only the little boy did not run,
for his eyes were so full of tears that he did not see the Giant coming.

And
the Giant stole up behind him and took him gently in his hand, and put him up
into the tree. And the tree broke at once into blossoms, 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. And the other children, when they saw that the
Giant was not wicked any longer, came running back, and with them came the
Spring.

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