"But, please, North Wind, where's the use?
You left me all alone last time." He had got up on his knees, and was busy with his nails once more at the paper over the hole in the wall.

For now that North Wind spoke again, he remembered all that had taken place before as distinctly as if it had happened only last night.
"Yes, but that was your fault," returned North Wind.

"I had work to do; and, besides, a gentleman should never keep a lady waiting." "But I'm not a gentleman," said Diamond, scratching away at the paper.
"I hope you won't say so ten years after this." "I'm going to be a coachman, and a coachman is not a gentleman," persisted Diamond.
"We call your father a gentleman in our house," said North Wind.
"He doesn't call himself one," said Diamond.
"That's of no consequence: every man ought to be a gentleman, and your father is one." Diamond was so pleased to hear this that he scratched at the paper like ten mice, and getting hold of the edge of it, tore it off.

The next instant a young girl glided across the bed, and stood upon the floor.
"Oh dear!" said Diamond, quite dismayed; "I didn't know--who are you, please ?" "I'm North Wind." "Are you really ?" "Yes.

Make haste." "But you're no bigger than me." "Do you think I care about how big or how little I am?
Didn't you see me this evening?
I was less then." "No.