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he came. He was enveloped by hides, and he
thundered throughout the day about the nursery, and
blew the fireplace pots down. "This is a magnificent
spot," he stated, "we should ask the Hail on a visit."
So the Hail came. Consistently for three hours he

shook on the top of the château till he broke the
majority of the slates, and afterward he kept running
all around the greenhouse as quick as he could go.
He was wearing dark, and his breath resembled ice.

"I can't comprehend why the Spring is so late in
coming," said the Childish Goliath, as he sat at the
window and watched out at his virus white
greenhouse; "I trust there will be an adjustment in
the climate."

Be that as it may, the Spring never came, nor the
Late spring. The Harvest time gave brilliant organic
product to each garden, however to the

Goliath's greenhouse she gave none. "He is

excessively narrow minded," she said. So it was

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