They kept constantly coming back to Diamond, however, as the centre of their enjoyment, rejoicing over him as if they had found a lost playmate.
There was a wind on the hillside which blew like the very embodiment of living gladness.

It blew into Diamond's heart, and made him so happy that he was forced to sit down and cry.
"Now let's go and dig for stars," said one who seemed to be the captain of the troop.
They all scurried away, but soon returned, one after another, each with a pickaxe on his shoulder and a spade in his hand.

As soon as they were gathered, the captain led them in a straight line to another part of the hill.

Diamond rose and followed.
"Here is where we begin our lesson for to-night," he said.

"Scatter and dig." There was no more fun.