“How could that be, North Wind?”
“Because I didn't know it properly myself, and so I couldn't teach it to you. I could only make a rough guess at something like what it would be, and so I wasn't able to make you dream it hard enough to remember it. Nor would I have done so if I could, for it was not correct. I made you dream pictures of it, though. But you will hear the very song itself when you do get to the back of——”
“My own dear North Wind,” said Diamond, finishing the sentence for her, and kissing the arm that held him leaning against her.
“And now we've settled all this—for the time, at least,” said North Wind.
“But I can't feel quite sure yet,” said Diamond.
“You must wait a while for that. Meantime you may be hopeful, and content not to be quite sure. Come now, I will take you home again, for it won't do to tire you too much.”
“Oh, no, no. I'm not the least tired,” pleaded Diamond.
“It is better, though.”
“Very well; if you wish it,” yielded Diamond with a sigh.
“You are a dear good, boy” said North Wind. “I will come for you again to-morrow night and take you out for a longer time. We shall make a little journey together, in fact, we shall start earlier, and as the moon will be later, we shall have a little moonlight all the way.”