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“
Yes
.
”
“
Make
haste
,
then
,
if
you
want
to
go
with
me
.
”
“
But
you
are
not
big
enough
to
take
care
of
me
.
I
think
you
are
only
Miss
North
Wind
.
”
“
I
am
big
enough
to
show
you
the
way
,
anyhow
.
But
if
you
won
’
t
come
,
why
,
you
must
stay
.
”
“
I
must
dress
myself
.
I
didn
’
t
mind
with
a
grown
lady
,
but
I
couldn
’
t
go
with
a
little
girl
in
my
night
-
gown
.
”
“
Very
well
.
I
’
m
not
in
such
a
hurry
as
I
was
the
other
night
.
Dress
as
fast
as
you
can
,
and
I
’
ll
go
and
shake
the
primrose
leaves
till
you
come
.
”
“
Don
’
t
hurt
it
,
”
said
Diamond
.
North
Wind
broke
out
in
a
little
laugh
like
the
breaking
of
silver
bubbles
,
and
was
gone
in
a
moment
.
Diamond
saw
—
for
it
was
a
starlit
night
,
and
the
mass
of
hay
was
at
a
low
ebb
now
—
the
gleam
of
something
vanishing
down
the
stair
,
and
,
springing
out
of
bed
,
dressed
himself
as
fast
as
ever
he
could
.
Then
he
crept
out
into
the
yard
,
through
the
door
in
the
wall
,
and
away
to
the
primrose
.
Behind
it
stood
North
Wind
,
leaning
over
it
,
and
looking
at
the
flower
as
if
she
had
been
its
mother
.
“
Come
along
,
”
she
said
,
jumping
up
and
holding
out
her
hand
.
