Chapter XXXVII. Once More

           

           THEnextnightDiamondwasseatedbyhisopenwindow,withhisheadonhishand,rathertired,butsoeagerlywaitingforthepromisedvisitthathewasafraidhecouldnotsleep.Buthestartedsuddenly,andfoundthathehadbeenalreadyasleep.Herose,andlookingoutofthewindowsawsomethingwhiteagainsthisbeech-tree.ItwasNorthWind.Shewasholdingbyonehandtoatopbranch.Herhairandhergarmentswentfloatingawaybehindheroverthetree,whosetopwasswayingaboutwhiletheotherswerestill.

           “Areyouready,Diamond?”sheasked.

           “Yes,”answeredDiamond,“quiteready.”

           Inamomentshewasatthewindow,andherarmscameinandtookhim.Shesailedawaysoswiftlythathecouldatfirstmarknothingbutthespeedwithwhichthecloudsaboveandthedimearthbelowwentrushingpast.Butsoonhebegantoseethattheskywasverylovely,withmottledcloudsallaboutthemoon,onwhichshethrewfaintcolourslikethoseofmother-of-pearl,oranopal.Thenightwaswarm,andinthelady’sarmshedidnotfeelthewindwhichdownbelowwasmakingwavesintheripecorn,andripplesontheriversandlakes.Atlengththeydescendedonthesideofanopenearthyhill,justwhere,frombeneathastone,aspringcamebubblingout.

           “Iamgoingtotakeyoualongthislittlebrook,”saidNorthWind.“Iamnotwantedforanythingelseto-night,soIcangiveyouatreat.”

           ShestoopedoverthestreamandholdingDiamonddownclosetothesurfaceofit,glidedalonglevelwithitsflowasitrandownthehill.

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