"Well, I lay down upon the grass in the moonlight without thinking
how I was to get out again. Somehow the moon suited me exactly.
There was not a breath of the north wind you talk about; it was
quite gone."

"You didn't want her any more, just then. She never goes where she's
not wanted," said Diamond. "But she blew you into the moonlight, anyhow."

"Well, we won't dispute about it," said Nanny: "you've got
a tile loose, you know."

"Suppose I have," returned Diamond, "don't you see it may let
in the moonlight, or the sunlight for that matter?"

"Perhaps yes, perhaps no," said Nanny.

"And you've got your dreams, too, Nanny."

"Yes, but I know they're dreams."

"So do I. But I know besides they are something more as well."

"Oh! do you?" rejoined Nanny. "I don't."

"All right," said Diamond. "Perhaps you will some day."

"Perhaps I won't," said Nanny.

Diamond held his peace, and Nanny resumed her story.