A few yards off he saw something fluttering.
"What is that, mother ?" he said.
"Only a bit of paper," she answered.
"It flutters more than a bit of paper would, I think," said Diamond.
"I'll go and see if you like," said his mother.

"My eyes are none of the best." So she rose and went and found that they were both right, for it was a little book, partly buried in the sand.

But several of its leaves were clear of the sand, and these the wind kept blowing about in a very flutterful manner.

She took it up and brought it to Diamond.
"What is it, mother ?" he asked.
"Some nursery rhymes, I think," she answered.
"I'm too sleepy," said Diamond.

"Do read some of them to me." "Yes, I will," she said, and began one.--"But this is such nonsense!" she said again.