In others there were more of the signs of winter left.

Their faces reminded you of snow and keen cutting winds, more than of sunshine and soft breezes and butterflies; but even in them the signs of suffering told that the suffering was less, and that if the spring-time had but arrived, it had yet arrived.
Diamond looked all round, but could see no Nanny.

He turned to Mr.
Raymond with a question in his eyes.
"Well ?" said Mr.Raymond.
"Nanny's not here," said Diamond.
"Oh, yes, she is." "I don't see her." "I do, though.

There she is." He pointed to a bed right in front of where Diamond was standing.
"That's not Nanny," he said.
"It is Nanny.

I have seen her many times since you have.