It was of no use going back, for there was no house to be seen anywhere.

But he was not frightened, for you know Diamond was used to things that were rather out of the way.

He threw himself down under a rose-bush, and fell asleep.
He woke, not out of his dream, but into it, thinking he heard a child's voice, calling "Diamond, Diamond!" He jumped up, but all was still about him.

The rose-bushes were pouring out their odours in clouds.

He could see the scent like mists of the same colour as the rose, issuing like a slow fountain and spreading in the air till it joined the thin rosy vapour which hung over all the wilderness.