One winter's day, a storm came, till all the trees in the wood creaked and crashed. The wind howled and tore down the avenue and all the proud poplars swayed like rushes. The snow drifted till sky and earth became one.  
"Now I can hold out no longer," said the old willow-tree.
 
Then he snapped, right down by his root. The iron which he wore round his head went down the frozen road. The railing tumbled over. The garden up at the top was by the wind in ............