Then she put her hands behind her head, and gathered some of her hair, and began weaving and knotting it together.

When she had done, she bent down her beautiful face close to his, and said-- "Diamond, I am afraid you would not keep hold of me, and if I were to drop you, I don't know what might happen; so I have been making a place for you in my hair.

Come." Diamond held out his arms, for with that grand face looking at him, he believed like a baby.

She took him in her hands, threw him over her shoulder, and said, "Get in, Diamond." And Diamond parted her hair with his hands, crept between, and feeling about soon found the woven nest.

It was just like a pocket, or like the shawl in which gipsy women carry their children.