After a time, his mother stretched out her hand for the basket which she had brought with her and she and Diamond had their dinner. Diamond did enjoy it, the drive and the fresh air had made him so hungry! But he was sorry that his mother looked so sad and depressed. He knew she was thinking about his father and how they now had no home. But there was nothing for him to do. So he lay down on the sand again, feeling sleepy, and gazed sleepily out over the sand. "What is that, mother!" he said.
"Only a bit of paper," she answered looking where he pointed.
"It flutters more than a bit of paper would, I think," said Diamond.
"I'll go and see if you like," said his mother.
She rose and went and found that it was a little book partly buried in the sand. Several of its leaves were clear of the sand and these the wind kept blowing about in a very fluttering manner. She took it up and brought it to Diamond.
"What is it, mother?" he asked.
"Rhymes, I think," said she.
"I am so sleepy," he said. "Do read some of them to me."
"Well, I will," she said and began one. "But this is such nonsense," she said again. "I will try to find a better one."