"But what's the good of talking about it that way, when you know
it was only a dream? Dreams ain't true."

"That one was true, Nanny. You know it was. Didn't you come to
grief for doing what you were told not to do? And isn't that true?"

"I can't get any sense into him," exclaimed Nanny, with an expression
of mild despair. "Do you really believe, Diamond, that there's
a house in the moon, with a beautiful lady and a crooked old man
and dusters in it?"

"If there isn't, there's something better," he answered, and vanished
in the leaves over our heads.

I went into the house, where I visited often in the evenings.
When I came out, there was a little wind blowing, very pleasant
after the heat of the day, for although it was late summer now,
it was still hot. The tree-tops were swinging about in it.
I took my way past the beech, and called up to see if Diamond were
still in his nest in its rocking head.

"Are you there, Diamond?" I said.

"Yes, sir," came his clear voice in reply.

"Isn't it growing too dark for you to get down safely?"

"Oh, no, sir--if I take time to it. I know my way so well,
and never let go with one hand till I've a good hold with the other."