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Chapter XIII. The Seaside

           Helaydownonthedrysand,andhismothercoveredhimwithashawl.Shethensatbyhisside,andtookabitofworkfromherpocket.ButDiamondfeltrathersleepy,andturnedonhissideandgazedsleepilyoverthesand.Afewyardsoffhesawsomethingfluttering.

           “Whatisthat,mother?”hesaid.

           “Onlyabitofpaper,”sheanswered.

           “Itfluttersmorethanabitofpaperwould,Ithink,”saidDiamond.

           “I’llgoandseeifyoulike,”saidhismother.“Myeyesarenoneofthebest.”

           Sosheroseandwentandfoundthattheywerebothright,foritwasalittlebook,partlyburiedinthesand.Butseveralofitsleaveswereclearofthesand,andthesethewindkeptblowingaboutinaveryflutterfulmanner.ShetookitupandbroughtittoDiamond.

           “Whatisit,mother?”heasked.

           “Somenurseryrhymes,Ithink,”sheanswered.

           “I’mtoosleepy,”saidDiamond.“Doreadsomeofthemtome.”

           “Yes,Iwill,”shesaid,andbeganone.—“Butthisissuchnonsense!”shesaidagain.“Iwilltrytofindabetterone.”

           Sheturnedtheleavessearching,butthreetimes,withsuddenpuffs,thewindblewtheleavesrustlingbacktothesameverses.

           “Doreadthatone,”saidDiamond,whoseemedtobeofthesamemindasthewind.“Itsoundedverynice.Iamsureitisagoodone.”

           Sohismotherthoughtitmightamusehim,thoughshecouldn’tfindanysenseinit.Sheneverthoughthemightunderstandit,althoughshecouldnot.

           NowIdonotexactlyknowwhatthemotherread,butthisiswhatDiamondheard,orthoughtafterwardsthathehadheard.

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