I'm not in such a hurry as I was the other night.

Dress as fast as you can, and I'll go and shake the primrose leaves till you come." "Don't hurt it," said Diamond.
North Wind broke out in a little laugh like the breaking of silver bubbles, and was gone in a moment.

Diamond saw--for it was a starlit night, and the mass of hay was at a low ebb now--the gleam of something vanishing down the stair, and, springing out of bed, dressed himself as fast as ever he could.

Then he crept out into the yard, through the door in the wall, and away to the primrose.

Behind it stood North Wind, leaning over it, and looking at the flower as if she had been its mother.
"Come along," she said, jumping up and holding out her hand.
Diamond took her hand.