"Why, you've got both Diamonds with you," said Miss
Coleman. "How do you do, Diamond?"
Diamond lifted his cap, and answered politely.
"He'll be fit to drive himself before long," said his
father, proudly. "The old horse is a-teaching of him."
"Well, he must come and see us, now you've found us out.
Where do you live?"
Diamond's father gave the ladies a ticket with his name and
address printed on it; and then Mrs. Coleman took out her purse,
saying:
"And what's your fare, Joseph?"
"No, thank you, ma'am," said Joseph. "It was your own old
horse as took you; and me you paid long ago."
He jumped on his box before she could say another word, and
with a parting salute drove off, leaving them on the pavement,
with the maid holding the door for them.
It was a long time now since Diamond had seen North Wind,
or even thought much about her. And as his father drove along,
he was thinking not about her, but about the crossing-sweeper,
and was wondering what made him feel as if he knew her quite
well, when he could not remember anything of her. But a picture
arose in his mind of a little girl running before the wind and
dragging her broom after her; and from that, by degrees, he
recalled the whole adventure of the night when he got down from
North Wind's back in a London street.
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