The boy climbed up the ladder and got upon the bough. Then he climbed
farther into the leafy branches, and went out of sight.

After a little while, I heard his voice coming down out of the tree.

"I am in my nest now," said the voice.

"I can't see you," I returned.

"I can't see you either, but I can see the first star peeping
out of the sky. I should like to get up into the sky. Don't you
think I shall, some day?"

"Yes, I do. Tell me what more you see up there."

"I don't see anything more, except a few leaves, and the big sky
over me. It goes swinging about. The earth is all behind my back.
There comes another star! The wind is like kisses from a big lady.
When I get up here I feel as if I were in North Wind's arms."

This was the first I heard of North Wind.

The whole ways and look of the child, so full of quiet wisdom,
yet so ready to accept the judgment of others in his own dispraise,
took hold of my heart, and I felt myself wonderfully drawn towards him.
It seemed to me, somehow, as if little Diamond possessed the secret
of life, and was himself what he was so ready to think the lowest
living thing--an angel of God with something special to say or do.
A gush of reverence came over me, and with a single goodnight,
I turned and left him in his nest.