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His
mother
thought
he
had
been
walking
in
his
sleep
again
,
and
hurried
down
the
ladder
.
She
did
not
much
like
going
up
to
the
horse
,
for
she
had
not
been
used
to
horses
;
but
she
would
have
gone
into
a
lion
’
s
den
,
not
to
say
a
horse
’
s
stall
,
to
help
her
boy
.
So
she
went
and
lifted
him
off
Diamond
’
s
back
,
and
felt
braver
all
her
life
after
.
She
carried
him
in
her
arms
up
to
her
room
;
but
,
afraid
of
frightening
him
at
his
own
sleep
-
walking
,
as
she
supposed
it
,
said
nothing
about
last
night
.
Before
the
next
day
was
over
,
Diamond
had
almost
concluded
the
whole
adventure
a
dream
.
For
a
week
his
mother
watched
him
very
carefully
—
going
into
the
loft
several
times
a
night
—
as
often
,
in
fact
,
as
she
woke
.
Every
time
she
found
him
fast
asleep
.
All
that
week
it
was
hard
weather
.
The
grass
showed
white
in
the
morning
with
the
hoar
-
frost
which
clung
like
tiny
comfits
to
every
blade
.
And
as
Diamond
’
s
shoes
were
not
good
,
and
his
mother
had
not
quite
saved
up
enough
money
to
get
him
the
new
pair
she
so
much
wanted
for
him
,
she
would
not
let
him
run
out
.
He
played
all
his
games
over
and
over
indoors
,
especially
that
of
driving
two
chairs
harnessed
to
the
baby
’
s
cradle
;
and
if
they
did
not
go
very
fast
,
they
went
as
fast
as
could
be
expected
of
the
best
chairs
in
the
world
,
although
one
of
them
had
only
three
legs
,
and
the
other
only
half
a
back
.
At
length
his
mother
brought
home
his
new
shoes
,
and
no
sooner
did
she
find
they
fitted
him
than
she
told
him
he
might
run
out
in
the
yard
and
amuse
himself
for
an
hour
.
The
sun
was
going
down
when
he
flew
from
the
door
like
a
bird
from
its
cage
.
All
the
world
was
new
to
him
.
A
great
fire
of
sunset
burned
on
the
top
of
the
gate
that
led
from
the
stables
to
the
house
;
above
the
fire
in
the
sky
lay
a
large
lake
of
green
light
,
above
that
a
golden
cloud
,
and
over
that
the
blue
of
the
wintry
heavens
.
And
Diamond
thought
that
,
next
to
his
own
home
,
he
had
never
seen
any
place
he
would
like
so
much
to
live
in
as
that
sky
.
For
it
is
not
fine
things
that
make
home
a
nice
place
,
but
your
mother
and
your
father
.
As
he
was
looking
at
the
lovely
colours
,
the
gates
were
thrown
open
,
and
there
was
old
Diamond
and
his
friend
in
the
carriage
,
dancing
with
impatience
to
get
at
their
stalls
and
their
oats
.
And
in
they
came
.
Diamond
was
not
in
the
least
afraid
of
his
father
driving
over
him
,
but
,
careful
not
to
spoil
the
grand
show
he
made
with
his
fine
horses
and
his
multitudinous
cape
,
with
a
red
edge
to
every
fold
,
he
slipped
out
of
the
way
and
let
him
dash
right
on
to
the
stables
.
To
be
quite
safe
he
had
to
step
into
the
recess
of
the
door
that
led
from
the
yard
to
the
shrubbery
.
As
he
stood
there
he
remembered
how
the
wind
had
driven
him
to
this
same
spot
on
the
night
of
his
dream
.
And
once
more
he
was
almost
sure
that
it
was
no
dream
.
At
all
events
,
he
would
go
in
and
see
whether
things
looked
at
all
now
as
they
did
then
.
He
opened
the
door
,
and
passed
through
the
little
belt
of
shrubbery
.
Not
a
flower
was
to
be
seen
in
the
beds
on
the
lawn
.
Even
the
brave
old
chrysanthemums
and
Christmas
roses
had
passed
away
before
the
frost
.
What
?
Yes
!
There
was
one
!
He
ran
and
knelt
down
to
look
at
it
.
It
was
a
primrose
—
a
dwarfish
thing
,
but
perfect
in
shape
—
a
baby
-
wonder
.
As
he
stooped
his
face
to
see
it
close
,
a
little
wind
began
to
blow
,
and
two
or
three
long
leaves
that
stood
up
behind
the
flower
shook
and
waved
and
quivered
,
but
the
primrose
lay
still
in
the
green
hollow
,
looking
up
at
the
sky
,
and
not
seeming
to
know
that
the
wind
was
blowing
at
all
.
It
was
just
a
one
eye
that
the
dull
black
wintry
earth
had
opened
to
look
at
the
sky
with
.
