So Diamond ran in and had another mouthful of tea and bread and butter; and although he had never been so tired as he was the night before, he started quite fresh this morning.
It was a cloudy day, and the wind blew hard from the north--so hard sometimes that, perched on the box with just his toes touching the ground, Diamond wished that he had some kind of strap to fasten himself down with lest he should be blown away.

But he did not really mind it.
His head was full of the dream he had dreamed; but it did not make him neglect his work, for his work was not to dig stars but to drive old Diamond and pick up fares.

There are not many people who can think about beautiful things and do common work at the same time.

But then there are not many people who have been to the back of the north wind.
There was not much business doing.

And Diamond felt rather cold, notwithstanding his mother had herself put on his comforter and helped him with his greatcoat.