good? and isn't good good? And how, then, can anything be too good
to be true? That's like old Sal--to say that."

"Don't abuse Grannie, Diamond. She's a horrid old thing,
she and her gin bottle; but she'll repent some day, and then
you'll be glad not to have said anything against her."

"Why?" said Diamond.

"Because you'll be sorry for her."

"I am sorry for her now."

"Very well. That's right. She'll be sorry too. And there'll
be an end of it."

"All right. You come to us," said Diamond.

"Where was I?" said Nanny.

"Telling me how the moon served the clouds."

"Yes. But it wouldn't do, all of it. Up came the clouds and the clouds,
and they came faster and faster, until the moon was covered up.
You couldn't expect her to throw off a hundred of them at once--
could you?"

"Certainly not," said Diamond.

"So it grew very dark; and a dog began to yelp in the house. I looked