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Then
they
went
on
with
their
searching
and
digging
.
Diamond
having
neither
pickaxe
nor
spade
,
had
the
more
time
to
think
.
“
I
don
’
t
see
any
little
girls
,
”
he
said
at
last
.
The
captain
stopped
his
shovelling
,
leaned
on
his
spade
,
rubbed
his
forehead
thoughtfully
with
his
left
hand
—
the
little
angels
were
all
left
-
handed
—
repeated
the
words
“
little
girls
,
”
and
then
,
as
if
a
thought
had
struck
him
,
resumed
his
work
,
saying
—
“
I
think
I
know
what
you
mean
.
I
’
ve
never
seen
any
of
them
,
of
course
;
but
I
suppose
that
’
s
the
sort
you
mean
.
I
’
m
told
—
but
mind
I
don
’
t
say
it
is
so
,
for
I
don
’
t
know
—
that
when
we
fall
asleep
,
a
troop
of
angels
very
like
ourselves
,
only
quite
different
,
goes
round
to
all
the
stars
we
have
discovered
,
and
discovers
them
after
us
.
I
suppose
with
our
shovelling
and
handling
we
spoil
them
a
bit
;
and
I
daresay
the
clouds
that
come
up
from
below
make
them
smoky
and
dull
sometimes
.
They
say
—
mind
,
I
say
they
say
—
these
other
angels
take
them
out
one
by
one
,
and
pass
each
round
as
we
do
,
and
breathe
over
it
,
and
rub
it
with
their
white
hands
,
which
are
softer
than
ours
,
because
they
don
’
t
do
any
pick
-
and
-
spade
work
,
and
smile
at
it
,
and
put
it
in
again
:
and
that
is
what
keeps
them
from
growing
dark
.
”
“
How
jolly
!
”
thought
Diamond
.
“
I
should
like
to
see
them
at
their
work
too
.
—
When
do
you
go
to
sleep
?
”
he
asked
the
captain
.
“
When
we
grow
sleepy
,
”
answered
the
captain
.
“
They
do
say
—
but
mind
I
say
they
say
—
that
it
is
when
those
others
—
what
do
you
call
them
?
I
don
’
t
know
if
that
is
their
name
;
I
am
only
guessing
that
may
be
the
sort
you
mean
—
when
they
are
on
their
rounds
and
come
near
any
troop
of
us
we
fall
asleep
.
They
live
on
the
west
side
of
the
hill
.
None
of
us
have
ever
been
to
the
top
of
it
yet
.
”
Even
as
he
spoke
,
he
dropped
his
spade
.
He
tumbled
down
beside
it
,
and
lay
fast
asleep
.
One
after
the
other
each
of
the
troop
dropped
his
pickaxe
or
shovel
from
his
listless
hands
,
and
lay
fast
asleep
by
his
work
.
“
Ah
!
”
thought
Diamond
to
himself
,
with
delight
,
“
now
the
girl
-
angels
are
coming
,
and
I
,
not
being
an
angel
,
shall
not
fall
asleep
like
the
rest
,
and
I
shall
see
the
girl
-
angels
.
”
