“No, not a bit funny,” said Diamond.
“If you will be contrary!” said Nanny.
“No, no,” said Diamond; “I only meant that was the very pane I should have expected her to shine through.”
“Oh, very well!” returned Nanny.
What Diamond meant, I do not pretend to say. He had curious notions about things.
“And now,” said Nanny, “I didn't know what to do, for the dog kept barking at the door, and I couldn't get out. But the moon was so beautiful that I couldn't keep from looking at it through the red pane. And as I looked it got larger and larger till it filled the whole pane and outgrew it, so that I could see it through the other panes; and it grew till it filled them too and the whole window, so that the summer-house was nearly as bright as day.
“The dog stopped barking, and I heard a gentle tapping at the door, like the wind blowing a little branch against it.”
“Just like her,” said Diamond, who thought everything strange and beautiful must be done by North Wind.
“So I turned from the window and opened the door; and what do you think I saw?”
“A beautiful lady,” said Diamond.