“I don't want to go in,” said Diamond.
“Where do you mean to go, then?”
“Home to my home.”
“Where's that?”
“I don't exactly know.”
“Then you're worse off than I am.”
“Oh no, for North Wind—” began Diamond, and stopped, he hardly knew why.
“What?” said the girl, as she held her ear to the door listening.
But Diamond did not reply. Neither did old Sal.
“I told you so,” said the girl. “She is wide awake hearkening. But we don't get in.”