"From your description I should say certainly; but I have not
the pleasure of his acquaintance myself."

"Don't you think he will go to heaven, sir?"

"That I don't know anything about," said Mr. Raymond. "I confess
I should be glad to think so," he added, smiling thoughtfully.

"I'm sure he'll get to the back of the north wind, anyhow,"
said Diamond to himself; but he had learned to be very careful
of saying such things aloud.

"Isn't it rather too much for him to go in the cab all day
and every day?" resumed Mr. Raymond.

"So father says, when he feels his ribs of a morning. But then he
says the old horse do eat well, and the moment he's had his supper,
down he goes, and never gets up till he's called; and, for the legs
of him, father says that makes no end of a differ. Some horses, sir! they
won't lie down all night long, but go to sleep on their four pins,
like a haystack, father says. I think it's very stupid of them,
and so does old Diamond. But then I suppose they don't know better,
and so they can't help it. We mustn't be too hard upon them,
father says."

"Your father must be a good man, Diamond." Diamond looked up
in Mr. Raymond's face, wondering what he could mean.

"I said your father must be a good man, Diamond."