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Chapter I. The Hay-loft

           Hesearchedforhishay-cork,foundit,stuckitinharder,andwasjustdroppingoffoncemore,when,pop!withanangrywhistlebehindit,thecorkstruckhimagain,thistimeonthecheek.Upheroseoncemore,madeafreshstoppleofhay,andcorkedtheholeseverely.Buthewashardlydownagainbefore—pop!itcameonhisforehead.Hegaveitup,drewtheclothesabovehishead,andwassoonfastasleep.

           Althoughthenextdaywasverystormy,Diamondforgotallaboutthehole,forhewasbusymakingacavebythesideofhismother’sfirewithabrokenchair,athree-leggedstool,andablanket,andthensittinginit.Hismother,however,discoveredit,andpastedabitofbrownpaperoverit,sothat,whenDiamondhadsnuggleddownthenextnight,hehadnooccasiontothinkofit.

           Presently,however,heliftedhisheadandlistened.Whocouldthatbetalkingtohim?Thewindwasrisingagain,andgettingveryloud,andfullofrushesandwhistles.Hewassuresomeonewastalking—andverynearhim,too,itwas.Buthewasnotfrightened,forhehadnotyetlearnedhowtobe;sohesatupandhearkened.Atlastthevoice,which,thoughquitegentle,soundedalittleangry,appearedtocomefromthebackofthebed.Hecreptnearertoit,andlaidhisearagainstthewall.Thenheheardnothingbutthewind,whichsoundedveryloudindeed.Themoment,however,thathemovedhisheadfromthewall,heheardthevoiceagain,closetohisear.Hefeltaboutwithhishand,andcameuponthepieceofpaperhismotherhadpastedoverthehole.

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