"You see he's been an invalid." Diamond thought, what a funny thing! How could he have been an invalid when he did not even know what the word meant?
But, of course, his mother was right.
"Oh, well," said Mr.Stonecrop, "I can just let him drive through Bloomsbury Square, and then he shall run home again." "Very good, sir.

And I'm much obliged to you," said his mother.
And Diamond, dancing with delight, got his cap, put his hand in Mr.
Stonecrop's, and went with him to the yard where the cab was waiting.
He did not think the horse looked nearly so nice as Diamond, nor Mr.
Stonecrop nearly so grand as his father; but he was none, the less pleased.

He got up on the box, and his new friend got up beside him.
"What's the horse's name ?" whispered Diamond, as he took the reins from the man.
"It's not a nice name," said Mr.Stonecrop.

"You needn't call him by it.
I didn't give it him.

He'll go well enough without it.