At the Back of the North Wind by George MacDonald
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and saw that the door to the garden was shut. Presently it was opened--
not to let me out, but to let the dog in--yelping and bounding. I thought if he caught sight of me, I was in for a biting first, and the police after. So I jumped up, and ran for a little summer-house in the corner of the garden. The dog came after me, but I shut the door in his face. It was well it had a door-- wasn't it?" "You dreamed of the door because you wanted it," said Diamond. "No, I didn't; it came of itself. It was there, in the true dream." "There--I've caught you!" said Diamond. "I knew you believed in the dream as much as I do." "Oh, well, if you will lay traps for a body!" said Nanny. "Anyhow, I was safe inside the summer-house. And what do you think?-- There was the moon beginning to shine again--but only through one of the panes--and that one was just the colour of the ruby. Wasn't it funny?" "No, not a bit funny," said Diamond. "If you will be contrary!" said Nanny. "No, no," said Diamond; "I only meant that was the very pane I should have expected her to shine through." "Oh, very well!" returned Nanny. |
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