Through that day she pondered what to do with it, and was very unhappy.

At night she said to herself, 'I will not plant this one; I will throw it away rather than plant it.' And she went to the window, and tore the paper, and threw out the little seed into the darkness." "Poor little thing!" said Hedwig.

She was listening intently.
"She threw it out, and as it fell, all the air was full of music, sad and sweet, so that she wondered greatly.

The next day she looked out of the window, and saw, between the moat and the castle wall, a new plant growing.

It looked black and uninviting, but it had come up so fast that it had already laid hold on the rough gray stones.