a red sunset, which shone in at the end of a long street near where
Grannie lives. I was dressed in rags as I used to be, and I had great
holes in my shoes, at which the nasty mud came through to my feet. I
didn't use to mind it before, but now I thought it horrid. And there was
the great red sunset, with streaks of green and gold between, standing
looking at me. Why couldn't I live in the sunset instead of in that
dirt? Why was it so far away always? Why did it never come into our
wretched street? It faded away, as the sunsets always do, and at last
went out altogether. Then a cold wind began to blow, and flutter all my
rags about----"

"That was North Wind herself," said Diamond.

"Eh?" said Nanny, and went on with her story.

"I turned my back to it, and wandered away. I did not know where I was
going, only it was warmer to go that way. I don't think it was a north
wind, for I found myself in the west end at last. But it doesn't matter
in a dream which wind it was."

"I don't know that," said Diamond. "I believe North Wind can get into
our dreams--yes, and blow in them. Sometimes she has blown me out of a
dream altogether."

"I don't know what you mean, Diamond," said Nanny.

"Never mind," answered Diamond. "Two people can't always understand each
other. They'd both be at the back of the north wind directly, and what
would become of the other places without them?"

"You do talk so oddly!" said Nanny. "I sometimes think they must have
been right about you."

"What did they say about me?" asked Diamond.

"They called you God's baby."

"How kind of them! But I knew that."

"Did you know what it meant, though? It meant that you were not right in
the head."

"I feel all right," said Diamond, putting both hands to his head, as if
it had been a globe he could take off and set on again.

"Well, as long as you are pleased I am pleased," said Nanny.

"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,