You will find it nice and warm and dry-only dark; and you will know I am near you by every roll and pitch of the vessel.

Coil yourself up and go to sleep.

The yacht shall be my cradle and you shall be my baby." "Thank you, dear North Wind.

I am not a bit afraid," said Diamond.
In a moment they were on a level with the bulwarks, and North Wind sent the hatch of the after-store rattling away over the deck to leeward.

The next, Diamond found himself in the dark, for he had tumbled through the hole as North Wind had told him, and the cover was replaced over his head.