"What are you going to do first, if you please ?" "I think I may tell you.

Jump up on the top of the wall, there." "I can't." "Ah! and I can't help you--you haven't been to bed yet, you see.

Come out to the road with me, just in front of the coach-house, and I will show you." North Wind grew very small indeed, so small that she could not have blown the dust off a dusty miller, as the Scotch children call a yellow auricula.

Diamond could not even see the blades of grass move as she flitted along by his foot.

They left the lawn, went out by the wicket in the-coach-house gates, and then crossed the road to the low wall that separated it from the river.
"You can get up on this wall, Diamond," said North Wind.
"Yes; but my mother has forbidden me." "Then don't," said North Wind.
"But I can see over," said Diamond.
"Ah! to be sure.