"I've got all the moon I want
to-night."
I heard a rustling and a rustling drawing nearer and
nearer. Three or four minutes elapsed, and he appeared at length
creeping down his little ladder. I took him in my arms, and set
him on the ground.
"Thank you, sir," he said. "That's the north wind blowing,
isn't it, sir?"
"I can't tell," I answered. "It feels cool and kind, and I
think it may be. But I couldn't be sure except it were stronger,
for a gentle wind might turn any way amongst the trunks of the
trees."
"I shall know when I get up to my own room," said Diamond.
"I think I hear my mistress's bell. Good-night, sir."
He ran to the house, and I went home.
His mistress had rung for him only to send him to bed, for
she was very careful over him and I daresay thought he was not
looking well. When he reached his own room, he opened both his
windows, one of which looked to the north and the other to the
east, to find how the wind blew. It blew right in at the
northern window. Diamond was very glad, for he thought perhaps
North Wind herself would come now: a real
north wind had never blown all the time since he left London.
But, as she always came of herself, and never when he was
looking for her, and indeed almost never when he was thinking of
her, he shut the east window, and went to bed.
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