What Diamond meant, I do not pretend to say. He had curious notions
about things.

"And now," said Nanny, "I didn't know what to do, for the dog kept
barking at the door, and I couldn't get out. But the moon was so
beautiful that I couldn't keep from looking at it through the red pane.
And as I looked it got larger and larger till it filled the whole
pane and outgrew it, so that I could see it through the other panes;
and it grew till it filled them too and the whole window, so that
the summer-house was nearly as bright as day.

"The dog stopped barking, and I heard a gentle tapping at the door,
like the wind blowing a little branch against it."

"Just like her," said Diamond, who thought everything strange
and beautiful must be done by North Wind.

"So I turned from the window and opened the door; and what do you
think I saw?"

"A beautiful lady," said Diamond.

"No--the moon itself, as big as a little house, and as round
as a ball, shining like yellow silver. It stood on the grass--
down on the very grass: I could see nothing else for the
brightness of it: And as I stared and wondered, a door opened
in the side of it, near the ground, and a curious little old man,
with a crooked thing over his shoulder, looked out, and said:
'Come along, Nanny; my lady wants you. We're come to fetch you."
I wasn't a bit frightened. I went up to the beautiful bright thing,