“Yes,” returned North Wind. “They can't surely be all lies—can they?”
“I should think it depends a little on who dreams them,” suggested Diamond.
“Yes,” said North Wind. “The people who think lies, and do lies, are very likely to dream lies. But the people who love what is true will surely now and then dream true things. But then something depends on whether the dreams are home-grown, or whether the seed of them is blown over somebody else's garden-wall. Ah! there's some one awake in this house!”
They were floating past a window in which a light was burning. Diamond heard a moan, and looked up anxiously in North Wind's face.
“It's a lady,” said North Wind. “She can't sleep for pain.”
“Couldn't you do something for her?” said Diamond.
“No, I can't. But you could.”
“What could I do?”
“Sing a little song to her.”
“She wouldn't hear me.”