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 co