"Scatter and dig."

There was no more fun. Each went by himself, walking slowly with bent
shoulders and his eyes fixed on the ground. Every now and then
one would stop, kneel down, and look intently, feeling with his
hands and parting the grass. One would get up and walk on again,
another spring to his feet, catch eagerly at his pickaxe and
strike it into the ground once and again, then throw it aside,
snatch up his spade, and commence digging at the loosened earth.
Now one would sorrowfully shovel the earth into the hole again,
trample it down with his little bare white feet, and walk on.
But another would give a joyful shout, and after much tugging
and loosening would draw from the hole a lump as big as his head,
or no bigger than his fist; when the under side of it would pour
such a blaze of golden or bluish light into Diamond's eyes that he
was quite dazzled. Gold and blue were the commoner colours:
the jubilation was greater over red or green or purple. And every
time a star was dug up all the little angels dropped their tools
and crowded about it, shouting and dancing and fluttering their
wing-buds.

When they had examined it well, they would kneel down one after the
other and peep through the hole; but they always stood back to give
Diamond the first look. All that diamond could report, however, was,
that through the star-holes he saw a great many things and places
and people he knew quite well, only somehow they were different--
there was something marvellous about them--he could not tell what.
Every time he rose from looking through a star-hole, he felt as if his
heart would break for, joy; and he said that if he had not cried,
he did not know what would have become of him.