You
will get home somehow. Have you made up your mind what to do?"
"Yes; to help the little girl," said Diamond firmly.
The same moment North Wind dropt into the street and stood,
only a tall lady, but with her hair flying up over the
housetops. She put her hands to her back, took Diamond, and set
him down in the street. The same moment he was caught in the
fierce coils of the blast, and all but blown away. North Wind
stepped back a step, and at once towered in stature to the
height of the houses. A chimney-pot clashed at Diamond's feet.
He turned in terror, but it was to look for the little girl, and
when he turned again the lady had vanished, and the wind was
roaring along the street as if it had been the bed of an
invisible torrent. The little girl was scudding before the
blast, her hair flying too, and behind her she dragged her
broom. Her little legs were going as fast as ever they could to
keep her from falling. Diamond crept into the shelter of a
doorway, thinking to stop her; but she passed him like a bird,
crying gently and pitifully.
"Stop! stop! little girl," shouted Diamond, starting in
pursuit.
"I can't," wailed the girl, "the wind won't leave go of
me."
Diamond could run faster than she, and he had no broom.
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