"I lay a long time, and the moonlight got in at every tear
in my clothes, and made me feel so happy----"

"There, I tell you!" said Diamond.

"What do you tell me?" returned Nanny.

"North Wind----"

"It was the moonlight, I tell you," persisted Nanny, and again
Diamond held his peace.

"All at once I felt that the moon was not shining so strong.
I looked up, and there was a cloud, all crapey and fluffy,
trying to drown the beautiful creature. But the moon was so round,
just like a whole plate, that the cloud couldn't stick to her.
She shook it off, and said there and shone out clearer and brighter
than ever. But up came a thicker cloud,--and "You shan't,"
said the moon; and "I will," said the cloud,--but it couldn't: out
shone the moon, quite laughing at its impudence. I knew her ways,
for I've always been used to watch her. She's the only thing worth
looking at in our street at night."

"Don't call it your street," said Diamond. "You're not going back
to it. You're coming to us, you know."

"That's too good to be true," said Nanny.

"There are very few things good enough to be true," said Diamond;
"but I hope this is. Too good to be true it can't be. Isn't true