He opened it softly, and peeped in. There, leaning back in
a chair, with his arms hanging down by his sides, and his legs
stretched out before him and supported on his heels, sat the
drunken cabman. His wife lay in her clothes upon the bed,
sobbing, and the baby was wailing in the cradle. It was very
miserable altogether.
Now the way most people do when they see anything very
miserable is to turn away from the sight, and try to forget it.
But Diamond began as usual to try to destroy the misery. The
little boy was just as much one of God's messengers as if he had
been an angel with a flaming sword, going out to fight the
devil. The devil he had to fight just then was Misery. And the
way he fought him was the very best. Like a wise soldier, he
attacked him first in his weakest point -- that was the, baby;
for Misery can never get such a hold of a baby as of a grown
person. Diamond was knowing in babies, and he knew he could do
something to make the baby, happy; for although he had only
known one baby as yet, and although not one baby is the same as
another, yet they are so very much alike in some things, and he
knew that one baby so thoroughly, that he had good reason to
believe he could do something for any other.
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