"Are you North Wind?" said Diamond. "I do not hear you blowing."
"No, but you hear me talking. Open the window for I haven't over much time."
"Yes," said Diamond. "But please, North Wind, where's the use? You left me all alone last time."
"That was your fault," returned North Wind. "I had work to do and you kept me waiting."
Diamond was already scratching at the paper like ten mice and, getting hold of the edge of it, tore it off. The next instant a young girl glided across the bed and stood on the floor.
"Oh, dear!" said Diamond quite dismayed. "I didn't know—who are you, please?"
"I am North Wind."
"But you are no bigger than I am!"
"Do you think I care how big or how little I am? And of course, I am little this evening! Didn't you see me behind the leaves of the primrose? Didn't you see them blowing? Make haste, now, if you want to go with me! Dress as fast as you can and I will go and shake the leaves of the primrose till you come!"
"Don't hurt it!" said Diamond.