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Chapter I. The Hay-loft

           

           “Oh,don’tIjust!Diamondisagreatandgoodhorse;andhesleepsrightunderme.HeisoldDiamond,andIamyoungDiamond;or,ifyoulikeitbetter,foryou’reveryparticular,Mr.NorthWind,he’sbigDiamond,andI’mlittleDiamond;andIdon’tknowwhichofusmyfatherlikesbest.”

           Abeautifullaugh,largebutverysoftandmusical,soundedsomewherebesidehim,butDiamondkepthisheadundertheclothes.

           “I’mnotMr.NorthWind,”saidthevoice.

           “YoutoldmethatyouweretheNorthWind,”insistedDiamond.

           “IdidnotsayMisterNorthWind,”saidthevoice.

           “Well,then,Ido;formothertellsmeIoughttobepolite.”

           “ThenletmetellyouIdon’tthinkitatallpoliteofyoutosayMistertome.”

           “Well,Ididn’tknowbetter.I’mverysorry.”

           “Butyououghttoknowbetter.”

           “Idon’tknowthat.”

           “Ido.Youcan’tsayit’spolitetolietheretalking—withyourheadunderthebed-clothes,andneverlookuptoseewhatkindofpersonyouaretalkingto.—Iwantyoutocomeoutwithme.”

           “Iwanttogotosleep,”saidDiamond,verynearlycrying,forhedidnotliketobescolded,evenwhenhedeservedit.

           “Youshallsleepallthebetterto-morrownight.”

           “Besides,”saidDiamond,“youareoutinMr.Dyves’sgarden,andIcan’tgetthere.Icanonlygetintoourownyard.”

           “Willyoutakeyourheadoutofthebed-clothes?”saidthevoice,justalittleangrily.

           “No!”answeredDiamond,halfpeevish,halffrightened.

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