“I turned my back to it, and wandered away. I did not know where I was going, only it was warmer to go that way. I don't think it was a north wind, for I found myself in the west end at last. But it doesn't matter in a dream which wind it was.”
“I don't know that,” said Diamond. “I believe North Wind can get into our dreams—yes, and blow in them. Sometimes she has blown me out of a dream altogether.”
“I don't know what you mean, Diamond,” said Nanny.
“Never mind,” answered Diamond. “Two people can't always understand each other. They'd both be at the back of the north wind directly, and what would become of the other places without them?”
“You do talk so oddly!” said Nanny. “I sometimes think they must have been right about you.”
“What did they say about me?” asked Diamond.
“They called you God's baby.”
“How kind of them! But I knew that.”
“Did you know what it meant, though? It meant that you were not right in the head.”
“I feel all right,” said Diamond, putting both hands to his head, as if it had been a globe he could take off and set on again.