Then Diamond grew frightened, because she did not move nor speak.

He was sure it was North Wind, but he thought she must be dead at last.

Her face was white as the snow, her eyes were blue as the air in the ice-cave, and her hair hung down straight, like icicles.

She had on a greenish robe, like the colour in the hollows of a glacier seen from far off.
He stood up before her, and gazed fearfully into her face for a few minutes before he ventured to speak.

At length, with a great effort and a trembling voice, he faltered out-- "North Wind!" "Well, child ?" said the form, without lifting its head.
"Are you ill, dear North Wind ?" "No.