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Leaf after leaf of the fine gold the Swallow picked off, till the Happy Prince looked quite dull and grey. Leaf after leaf of the fine gold he brought to the poor, and the children's faces grew rosier, and they laughed and played games in the street. "We have bread now!" they cried.Then the snow came, and after the snow came the frost. The streets looked as if they were made of silver, they were so bright and glistening;long icicles like crystal daggers hung down from the eaves of the houses,everybody went about in furs, and the little boys wore scarlet caps andskated on the ice.The poor little Swallow grew colder and colder, but he would not leave the Prince, he loved him too well. He picked up crumbs outside the baker's door when the baker was not looking and tried to keep himselfwarm by flapping his wings.