Diamond rubbed his eyes, and wondered what it was all about.

Things seemed going on around him, and all to understand each other, but he could make nothing of it.

So he put his hands in his pockets, and went in to have his tea.

The night was very hot, for the wind had fallen again.
"You don't seem very well to-night, Diamond," said his mother.
"I am quite well, mother," returned Diamond, who was only puzzled.
"I think you had better go to bed," she added.
"Very well, mother," he answered.
He stopped for one moment to look out of the window.

Above the moon the clouds were going different ways.