See how pretty they look! And yet--I have never, till now, seen them look like that.

If you really loved me, you would manage some way or other that it should snow once a year at any rate.' "'But how can I make it snow ?' cried the king in great trouble, because she would go on weeping and weeping, and spoiling her pretty eyes.
"'I'm sure I don't know,' said the queen, crossly, 'but you can't love me a bit, or you'd certainly try.' "Well, the king thought and thought, and at last he hit upon a beautiful plan.

He sent into all parts of Spain to buy almond trees, and planted them on the hills all round the town.

Now the almond tree, as you know, has a lovely pinky-white blossom, so when the next spring arrived all these thousands of almond trees came out into bloom all over the hills round Cordova, so that they looked at a distance as if they were covered with white snow.

And for once the queen was delighted, and could not help saying a nice 'Thank you' to the king for all the trouble he had taken to please her.