It was a deep, dazzling, lovely blue, deeper than the deepest blue of the sky.

The blue seemed to be in constant motion, like the blackness when you press your eyeballs with your fingers, boiling and sparkling.

But when he looked across to North Wind he was frightened; her face was worn and livid.
"What is the matter with you, dear North Wind ?" he said.
"Nothing much.

I feel very faint.

But you mustn't mind it, for I can bear it quite well.