After a little while, I heard his voice coming down out of
the tree.
"I am in my nest now," said the voice.
"I can't see you," I returned.
"I can't see you either, but I can see the first star
peeping out of the sky. I should like to get up into the sky.
Don't you think I shall, some day?"
"Yes, I do. Tell me what more you see up there."
"I don't see anything more, except a few leaves, and the
big sky over me. It goes swinging about. The earth is all behind
my back. There comes another star! The wind is like kisses from
a big lady. When I get up here I feel as if I were in North
Wind's arms."
This was the first I heard of North Wind.
The whole ways and look of the child, so full of quiet
wisdom, yet so ready to accept the judgment of others in his own
dispraise, took hold of my heart, and I felt myself wonderfully
drawn towards him. It seemed to me, somehow, as if little
Diamond possessed the secret of life, and was himself what he
was so ready to think the lowest living thing -- an angel of God
with something special to say or do. A gush of reverence came
over me, and with a single goodnight, I turned and left him in
his nest.
I saw him often after this, and gained so much of his
confidence that he told me all I have told you.
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