"But it can't be a window!" said Diamond. "Windows are holes to see out of."
"Well, that is just what I made this window for."
"But you are outside," answered Diamond. "You can't want a window."
"You are quite mistaken. Windows are to see out of, you say. Well, I am in my house, and I want windows to see out of."
"But you have made a window into my bed."
"Well, your mother has three windows into my dancing hall, and you have three into my garret."
"Dear me!" said Diamond. "Still you can hardly expect me to keep a window in my bed for you. Now, can you?"
"Come!" said the voice. "You just open that window!"
"Well," said Diamond, "mother says I should be obliging. Still it is rather hard. You see, the north wind will blow right in my face if I do!"
"I am the North Wind!" said the voice.