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Chapter I. The Hay-loft

           Whydon’tyoumakeawindowintoMr.Dyves’sbed?”

           “Nobodymakesawindowintoanash-pit,”saidthevoice,rathersadly.“Iliketoseenicethingsoutofmywindows.”

           “ButhemusthaveanicerbedthanIhave,thoughmineisverynice—sonicethatIcouldn’twishabetter.”

           “It’snotthebedIcareabout:it’swhatisinit.—Butyoujustopenthatwindow.”

           “Well,mothersaysIshouldn’tbedisobliging;butit’sratherhard.YouseethenorthwindwillblowrightinmyfaceifIdo.”

           “IamtheNorthWind.”

           “O-o-oh!”saidDiamond,thoughtfully.“ThenwillyoupromisenottoblowonmyfaceifIopenyourwindow?”

           “Ican’tpromisethat.”

           “Butyou’llgivemethetoothache.Mother’sgotitalready.”

           “Butwhat’stobecomeofmewithoutawindow?”

           “I’msureIdon’tknow.AllIsayis,itwillbeworseformethanforyou.”

           “No;itwillnot.Youshallnotbetheworseforit—Ipromiseyouthat.Youwillbemuchthebetterforit.JustyoubelievewhatIsay,anddoasItellyou.”

           “Well,Icanpulltheclothesovermyhead,”saidDiamond,andfeelingwithhislittlesharpnails,hegotholdoftheopenedgeofthepaperandtoreitoffatonce.

           Incamealongwhistlingspearofcold,andstruckhislittlenakedchest.

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