"Did you know what it meant, though? It meant that you were not
right in the head."

"I feel all right," said Diamond, putting both hands to his head,
as if it had been a globe he could take off and set on again.

"Well, as long as you are pleased I am pleased," said Nanny.

"Thank you, Nanny. Do go on with your story. I think I like
dreams even better than fairy tales. But they must be nice ones,
like yours, you know."

"Well, I went on, keeping my back to the wind, until I came to a fine
street on the top of a hill. How it happened I don't know, but the
front door of one of the houses was open, and not only the front door,
but the back door as well, so that I could see right through the house--
and what do you think I saw? A garden place with green grass,
and the moon shining upon it! Think of that! There was no moon
in the street, but through the house there was the moon. I looked
and there was nobody near: I would not do any harm, and the grass
was so much nicer than the mud! But I couldn't think of going on
the grass with such dirty shoes: I kicked them off in the gutter,
and ran in on my bare feet, up the steps, and through the house,
and on to the grass; and the moment I came into the moonlight,
I began to feel better."

"That's why North Wind blew you there," said Diamond.

"It came of Mr. Raymond's story about Princess Daylight," returned Nanny.