to understand it at all."

"Oh, what fun!" said Diamond. "What will she do?"

"I can tell you what she won't do: she'll never forget the meaning
of them; and she'll never be able to remember the words of them."

"If she sees them in Mr. Raymond's book, it will puzzle her,
won't it?"

"Yes, that it will. She will never be able to understand it."

"Until she gets to the back of the north wind," suggested Diamond.

"Until she gets to the back of the north wind," assented the lady.

"Oh!" cried Diamond, "I know now where we are. Oh! do let me go
into the old garden, and into mother's room, and Diamond's stall.
I wonder if the hole is at the back of my bed still. I should like
to stay there all the rest of the night. It won't take you long
to get home from here, will it, North Wind?"

"No," she answered; "you shall stay as long as you like."

"Oh, how jolly," cried Diamond, as North Wind sailed over the house
with him, and set him down on the lawn at the back.

Diamond ran about the lawn for a little while in the moonlight.
He found part of it cut up into flower-beds, and the little
summer-house with the coloured glass and the great elm-tree gone.