“I am reading the story of the Little Lady and the Goblin Prince,” said Diamond.
“I am sorry I don't know the story,” I returned. “Who is it by?”
“Mr. Raymond made it.”
“Is he your uncle?” I asked at a guess.
“No. He's my master.”
“What do you do for him?” I asked respectfully.
“Anything he wishes me to do,” he answered. “I am busy for him now. He gave me this story to read. He wants my opinion upon it.”
“Don't you find it rather hard to make up your mind?”
“Oh dear no! Any story always tells me itself what I'm to think about it. Mr. Raymond doesn't want me to say whether it is a clever story or not, but whether I like it, and why I like it. I never can tell what they call clever from what they call silly, but I always know whether I like a story or not.”
“And can you always tell why you like it or not?”