But it can't be denied that a little gentle crying does one good.
It did Diamond good; for as soon as it was over he was a brave
boy again.

"She shan't say it was my fault, anyhow!" said Diamond. "I daresay
she is hiding somewhere to see what I will do. I will look for her."

So he went round the end of the stable towards the kitchen-garden.
But the moment he was clear of the shelter of the stable, sharp as
a knife came the wind against his little chest and his bare legs.
Still he would look in the kitchen-garden, and went on.
But when he got round the weeping-ash that stood in the corner,
the wind blew much stronger, and it grew stronger and stronger
till he could hardly fight against it. And it was so cold!
All the flashy spikes of the stars seemed to have got somehow
into the wind. Then he thought of what the lady had said about
people being cold because they were not with the North Wind.
How it was that he should have guessed what she meant at that very
moment I cannot tell, but I have observed that the most wonderful
thing in the world is how people come to understand anything.
He turned his back to the wind, and trotted again towards the yard;
whereupon, strange to say, it blew so much more gently against his
calves than it had blown against his shins that he began to feel
almost warm by contrast.

You must not think it was cowardly of Diamond to turn his back
to the wind: he did so only because he thought Lady North Wind
had said something like telling him to do so. If she had said
to him that he must hold his face to it, Diamond would have held
his face to it. But the most foolish thing is to fight for no good,