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“
I
daresay
they
’
ve
got
their
own
sort
of
it
,
”
answered
his
mother
,
“
else
they
wouldn
’
t
be
like
other
people
.
”
She
was
thinking
more
of
her
twenty
-
one
shillings
and
sixpence
,
and
of
the
nice
dinner
she
would
get
for
her
sick
husband
next
day
,
than
of
the
angels
and
their
nonsense
,
when
she
said
it
.
But
Diamond
found
her
answer
all
right
.
“
Yes
,
to
be
sure
,
”
he
replied
.
“
They
wouldn
’
t
be
like
other
people
if
they
hadn
’
t
their
nonsense
sometimes
.
But
it
must
be
very
pretty
nonsense
,
and
not
like
that
silly
hey
diddle
diddle
!
the
cat
and
the
fiddle
!
I
wish
I
could
get
it
out
of
my
head
.
I
wonder
what
the
angels
’
nonsense
is
like
.
Nonsense
is
a
very
good
thing
,
ain
’
t
it
,
mother
?
—
a
little
of
it
now
and
then
;
more
of
it
for
baby
,
and
not
so
much
for
grown
people
like
cabmen
and
their
mothers
?
It
’
s
like
the
pepper
and
salt
that
goes
in
the
soup
—
that
’
s
it
—
isn
’
t
it
,
mother
?
There
’
s
baby
fast
asleep
!
Oh
,
what
a
nonsense
baby
it
is
—
to
sleep
so
much
!
Shall
I
put
him
down
,
mother
?
”
Diamond
chattered
away
.
What
rose
in
his
happy
little
heart
ran
out
of
his
mouth
,
and
did
his
father
and
mother
good
.
When
he
went
to
bed
,
which
he
did
early
,
being
more
tired
,
as
you
may
suppose
,
than
usual
,
he
was
still
thinking
what
the
nonsense
could
be
like
which
the
angels
sang
when
they
were
too
happy
to
sing
sense
.
But
before
coming
to
any
conclusion
he
fell
fast
asleep
.
And
no
wonder
,
for
it
must
be
acknowledged
a
difficult
question
.
That
night
he
had
a
very
curious
dream
which
I
think
my
readers
would
like
to
have
told
them
.
They
would
,
at
least
,
if
they
are
as
fond
of
nice
dreams
as
I
am
,
and
don
’
t
have
enough
of
them
of
their
own
.
He
dreamed
that
he
was
running
about
in
the
twilight
in
the
old
garden
.
He
thought
he
was
waiting
for
North
Wind
,
but
she
did
not
come
.
So
he
would
run
down
to
the
back
gate
,
and
see
if
she
were
there
.
He
ran
and
ran
.
It
was
a
good
long
garden
out
of
his
dream
,
but
in
his
dream
it
had
grown
so
long
and
spread
out
so
wide
that
the
gate
he
wanted
was
nowhere
.
He
ran
and
ran
,
but
instead
of
coming
to
the
gate
found
himself
in
a
beautiful
country
,
not
like
any
country
he
had
ever
been
in
before
.
There
were
no
trees
of
any
size
;
nothing
bigger
in
fact
than
hawthorns
,
which
were
full
of
may
-
blossom
.
The
place
in
which
they
grew
was
wild
and
dry
,
mostly
covered
with
grass
,
but
having
patches
of
heath
.
It
extended
on
every
side
as
far
as
he
could
see
.
But
although
it
was
so
wild
,
yet
wherever
in
an
ordinary
heath
you
might
have
expected
furze
bushes
,
or
holly
,
or
broom
,
there
grew
roses
—
wild
and
rare
—
all
kinds
.
On
every
side
,
far
and
near
,
roses
were
glowing
.
There
too
was
the
gum
-
cistus
,
whose
flowers
fall
every
night
and
come
again
the
next
morning
,
lilacs
and
syringas
and
laburnums
,
and
many
shrubs
besides
,
of
which
he
did
not
know
the
names
;
but
the
roses
were
everywhere
.
He
wandered
on
and
on
,
wondering
when
it
would
come
to
an
end
.
It
was
of
no
use
going
back
,
for
there
was
no
house
to
be
seen
anywhere
.
But
he
was
not
frightened
,
for
you
know
Diamond
was
used
to
things
that
were
rather
out
of
the
way
.
He
threw
himself
down
under
a
rose
-
bush
,
and
fell
asleep
.
He
woke
,
not
out
of
his
dream
,
but
into
it
,
thinking
he
heard
a
child
’
s
voice
,
calling
“
Diamond
,
Diamond
!
”
He
jumped
up
,
but
all
was
still
about
him
.
The
rose
-
bushes
were
pouring
out
their
odours
in
clouds
.
He
could
see
the
scent
like
mists
of
the
same
colour
as
the
rose
,
issuing
like
a
slow
fountain
and
spreading
in
the
air
till
it
joined
the
thin
rosy
vapour
which
hung
over
all
the
wilderness
.
But
again
came
the
voice
calling
him
,
and
it
seemed
to
come
from
over
his
head
.
He
looked
up
,
but
saw
only
the
deep
blue
sky
full
of
stars
—
more
brilliant
,
however
,
than
he
had
seen
them
before
;
and
both
sky
and
stars
looked
nearer
to
the
earth
.
While
he
gazed
up
,
again
he
heard
the
cry
.
At
the
same
moment
he
saw
one
of
the
biggest
stars
over
his
head
give
a
kind
of
twinkle
and
jump
,
as
if
it
went
out
and
came
in
again
.
He
threw
himself
on
his
back
,
and
fixed
his
eyes
upon
it
.
Nor
had
he
gazed
long
before
it
went
out
,
leaving
something
like
a
scar
in
the
blue
.
But
as
he
went
on
gazing
he
saw
a
face
where
the
star
had
been
—
a
merry
face
,
with
bright
eyes
.
The
eyes
appeared
not
only
to
see
Diamond
,
but
to
know
that
Diamond
had
caught
sight
of
them
,
for
the
face
withdrew
the
same
moment
.
Again
came
the
voice
,
calling
“
Diamond
,
Diamond
;
”
and
in
jumped
the
star
to
its
place
.
