"It was your own old horse as took you; and me you paid long ago." He jumped on his box before she could say another word, and with a parting salute drove off, leaving them on the pavement, with the maid holding the door for them.
It was a long time now since Diamond had seen North Wind, or even thought much about her.

And as his father drove along, he was thinking not about her, but about the crossing-sweeper, and was wondering what made him feel as if he knew her quite well, when he could not remember anything of her.

But a picture arose in his mind of a little girl running before the wind and dragging her broom after her; and from that, by degrees, he recalled the whole adventure of the night when he got down from North Wind's back in a London street.

But he could not quite satisfy himself whether the whole affair was not a dream which he had dreamed when he was a very little boy.

Only he had been to the back of the north wind since--there could be no doubt of that; for when he woke every morning, he always knew that he had been there again.