Marsaw
2009-09-03 19:15:44 UTC
Tened exactly--but a little queer. "What a strange person this North
Wind must be," thought Diamond, "to live in what they call
'Out-of-Doors,' I suppose, and make windows into people's beds." Now the
voice began again. He could hear it quite plainly, even with his head
under the bed-clothes. It was still more gentle now, though it was six
times as large and loud as before. And he thought it sounded a little
like his mother's. "What is your name, little boy?" it asked. "Diamond,"
answered Diamond under the bed-clothes. "What a funny name!" "It is a
very nice name," replied the boy. "I am not so sure of that," said the
voice. "Well, I am!" returned Diamond. "I think it is a very pretty
name." "Diamond is a useless thing, rather," said the voice. "That is
not true. Diamond is very useful--and as big as two--and so quiet all
night! But doesn't he make a jolly row in the morning, getting up on his
four great legs! It is like thunder!" "You do not seem to know what a
diamond is!" cried the voice. "Oh, don't I, just! Diamond is a great and
good horse, and he sleeps right under me. He is old Diamond and I am
young Diamond. Or, if you like it better, Mr. North Wind, if you are so
particular, he is bi
Wind must be," thought Diamond, "to live in what they call
'Out-of-Doors,' I suppose, and make windows into people's beds." Now the
voice began again. He could hear it quite plainly, even with his head
under the bed-clothes. It was still more gentle now, though it was six
times as large and loud as before. And he thought it sounded a little
like his mother's. "What is your name, little boy?" it asked. "Diamond,"
answered Diamond under the bed-clothes. "What a funny name!" "It is a
very nice name," replied the boy. "I am not so sure of that," said the
voice. "Well, I am!" returned Diamond. "I think it is a very pretty
name." "Diamond is a useless thing, rather," said the voice. "That is
not true. Diamond is very useful--and as big as two--and so quiet all
night! But doesn't he make a jolly row in the morning, getting up on his
four great legs! It is like thunder!" "You do not seem to know what a
diamond is!" cried the voice. "Oh, don't I, just! Diamond is a great and
good horse, and he sleeps right under me. He is old Diamond and I am
young Diamond. Or, if you like it better, Mr. North Wind, if you are so
particular, he is bi