"I liked the place so much!" he thought to himself. "But now—there is nothing left to like. I suppose it is only the people in a place that make you like it and when they are gone there is nothing left to like. It's as if it were dead! North Wind told me I might stop as long as I wanted to, but I have stopped too long already! Oh, North Wind!" he cried aloud turning his face up toward the sky.
The moon was under a cloud and all was looking dull and dismal. A star shot from the sky. It fell in the grass beside him. The moment it lighted, there stood North Wind!
"Oh!" cried Diamond joyfully. "Were you the shooting star?"
"Yes," said North Wind.
"And did you hear me call?"
"Yes."
"As high up as that?"
"Yes, I heard you quite well."
"Take me home, North Wind. Take me home!"
"Have you had enough of your old home already?"