Jolly awoke at dawn. And he knew at once that the day was going to be a fine one. Though the sun had not yet peeped above the of the eastern hills, Jolly Robin was sure that there would be plenty of sunshine a little later. He had many ways of his own for telling the weather; and he never made a mistake about it.  
Now, it had grown quite warm by the time Jolly Robin went to the woods late in the morning to meet Jimmy Rabbit. And the snow had melted away as if by magic.
 
“Summer’s coming! Summer’s coming!” Jolly called as soon as Jimmy Rabbit came into sight. “The apple-blossoms will burst out before we know it.”
 
“Yes—and the cabbages, too,” Jimmy Rabbit replied. “I’m glad the white giant in the lost his head,” he added, “because there’s no telling what he would have done to the cabbages later, if he had wandered into the garden. He might have eaten every one of them. And I shouldn’t have liked that very well.”
 
Then they started off together toward the orchard to look at the headless stranger who had given Jolly Robin such a fright the day before. Jimmy Rabbit went bounding along with great leaps, while Jolly Robin flew above him and tried not to go too fast for his long-eared friend.
 
Once in the orchard, Jolly led Jimmy to 59the spot where he had seen Johnnie Green knock off the giant’s head with the snowball.
 
“Here he is!” Jolly Robin whispered—for he was still somewhat afraid of the giant, in spite of his having lost his head. “He doesn’t seem as big as he was yesterday. And he has dropped the stick that he carried.”
 
Jimmy Rabbit stopped short in his tracks and stared at the still figure under the apple tree. For a few moments he did not speak.
 
“That looks to me like snow,” he said at last. And he crept up to what was left of the giant and at him. “It is snow!” he declared.
 
When he heard that, Jolly Robin flew to a low branch just above the giant.
 
“I don’t understand it,” he said. “There’s his head on the ground, with the big, black eyes. They certainly aren’t made of snow.”
 
“No!” Jimmy Rabbit agreed, as he sniffed at the terrible eyes. “They’re butternuts—that’s what they are!”
 
Well, Jolly Robin was so surprised that he all but tumbled off his .
 
“There’s his hat—” he continued, as he clung to the limb—“tha............