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"Thank you, Nanny. Do go on with your story. I think I like dreams even better than fairy tales. But they must be nice ones, like yours, you know.""Well, I went on, keeping my back to the wind, until I came to a fine street on the top of a hill. How it happened I don't know, but the front door of one of the houses was open, and not only the front door, but the back door as well, so that I could see right through the house--and what do you think I saw? A garden place with green grass, and the moon shining upon it! Think of that! There was no moon in the street, but through the house there was the moon. I looked and there was nobody near: I would not do any harm, and the grass was so much nicer than the mud! But I couldn't think of going on the grass with such dirty shoes: I kicked them off in the gutter, and ran in on my bare feet, up the steps, and through the house, and on to the grass; and the moment I came into the moonlight, I began to feel better.""That's why North Wind blew you there," said Diamond.

"It came of Mr. Raymond's story about Princess Daylight," returned Nanny.

"Well, I lay down upon the grass in the moonlight without thinking how I was to get out again. Somehow the moon suited me exactly.

There was not a breath of the north wind you talk about; it was quite gone.""You didn't want her any more, just then. She never goes where she's not wanted," said Diamond. "But she blew you into the moonlight, anyhow.""Well, we won't dispute about it," said Nanny: "you've got a tile loose, you know.""Suppose I have," returned Diamond, "don't you see it may let in the moonlight, or the sunlight for that matter?""Perhaps yes, perhaps no," said Nanny.

"And you've got your dreams, too, Nanny.""Yes, but I know they're dreams."

"So do I. But I know besides they are something more as well.""Oh! do you?" rejoined Nanny. "I don't.""All right," said Diamond. "Perhaps you will some day.""Perhaps I won't," said Nanny.

Diamond held his peace, and Nanny resumed her story.

"I lay a long time, and the moonlight got in at every tear in my clothes, and made me feel so happy----""There, I tell you!" said Diamond.

"What do you tell me?" returned Nanny.

"North Wind----"

"It was the moonlight, I tell you," persisted Nanny, and again Diamond held his peace.

"All at once I felt that the moon was not shining so strong.

I looked up, and there was a cloud, all crapey and fluffy, trying to drown the beautiful creature. But the moon was so round, just like a whole plate, that the cloud couldn't stick to her.

She shook it off, and said there and shone out clearer and brighter than ever. But up came a thicker cloud,--and "You shan't,"said the moon; and "I will," said the cloud,--but it couldn't: out shone the moon, quite laughing at its impudence. I knew her ways, for I've always been used to watch her. She's the only thing worth looking at in our street at night.""Don't call it your street," said Diamond. "You're not going back to it. You're coming to us, you know.""That's too good to be true," said Nanny.

"There are very few things good enough to be true," said Diamond;"but I hope this is. Too good to be true it can't be. Isn't true good? and isn't good good? And how, then, can anything be too good to be true? That's like old Sal--to say that.""Don't abuse Grannie, Diamond. She's a horrid old thing, she and her gin bottle; but she'll repent some day, and then you'll be glad not to have said anything against her.""Why?" said Diamond.

"Because you'll be sorry for her."

"I am sorry for her now."

"Very well. That's right. She'll be sorry too. And there'll be an end of it.""All right. You come to us," said Diamond.

"Where was I?" said Nanny.

"Telling me how the moon served the clouds.""Yes. But it wouldn't do, all of it. Up came the clouds and the clouds, and they came faster and faster, until the moon was covered up.

You couldn't expect her to throw off a hundred of them at once--could you?"

"Certainly not," said Diamond.

"So it grew very dark; and a dog began to yelp in the house. I looked and saw that the door to the garden was shut. Presently it was opened--not to let me out, but to let the dog in--yelping and bounding.

I thought if he caught sight of me, I was in for a biting first, and the police after. So I jumped up, and ran for a little summer-house in the corner of the garden. The dog came after me, but I shut the door in his face. It was well it had a door--wasn't it?"

"You dreamed of the door because you wanted it," said Diamond.

"No, I didn't; it came of itself. It was there, in the true dream.""There--I've caught you!" said Diamond. "I knew you believed in the dream as much as I do.""Oh, well, if you will lay traps for a body!" said Nanny.

"Anyhow, I was safe inside the summer-house. And what do you think?--There was the moon beginning to shine again--but only through one of the panes--and that one was just the colour of the ruby.

Wasn't it funny?"

"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 Ishould 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.