"
"Yes, but he may be as thin as a tin horse before his owner
comes. It was too bad to leave him on my hands this way."
"Perhaps he couldn't help it," suggested Diamond. "I
daresay he has some good reason for it."
"So I should have said," returned his father, "if he had
not driven such a hard bargain with me at first."
"But we don't know what may come of it yet, husband," said
his wife. "Mr. Raymond may give a little to boot, seeing
you've had more of the bargain than you wanted or reckoned
upon."
"I'm afraid not: he's a hard man," said Joseph, as he rose
and went to get his cab out.
Diamond resumed his singing. For some time he carolled
snatches of everything or anything; but at last it settled down
into something like what follows. I cannot tell where or how he
got it.
Where did you come from, baby dear?
Out of the everywhere into here.
Where did you get your eyes so blue?
Out of the sky as I came through.
What makes the light in them sparkle and spin?
Some of the starry spikes left in.
Where did you get that little tear?
I found it waiting when I got here.
What makes your forehead so smooth and high?
A soft hand stroked it as I went by.
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