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. “How happy we were there,” they said to each other. They used to wander round the high wall when their lessons were over and talk about the beautiful garden inside.
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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 poor children had now nowhere to play. So he built a high wall all round it, and put up a noticeboard which said: “Anyone can understand that, and I will allow nobody to play in it but myself.” “My own garden is my own garden,” said the Giant. “What are you doing there?” he cried in a very gruff voice, and the children ran away. When he arrived, he saw the children playing in the garden. After the seven years were over and he had said all that he had to say, for his conversation was limited, he determined to return to his own castle. He had been to visit his friend the Cornish Ogre, and had stayed with him for seven years. “How happy we are here!” they cried to each other. The birds sat on the trees and sang so sweetly that the children used to stop their games in order to listen to them. Here and there over the grass stood beautiful flowers like stars, and there were twelve peach trees that in the springtime broke out into delicate blossoms of pink and pearl and in the autumn bore rich fruit. It was a large, lovely garden, with soft green grass. Every afternoon as they were coming from school, the children used to go and play in the Giant’s garden.
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