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“
I
will
tell
you
all
I
know
about
it
,
”
said
Nanny
.
“
The
day
before
yesterday
,
a
lady
came
to
see
us
—
a
very
beautiful
lady
,
and
very
beautifully
dressed
.
I
heard
the
matron
say
to
her
that
it
was
very
kind
of
her
to
come
in
blue
and
gold
;
and
she
answered
that
she
knew
we
didn
’
t
like
dull
colours
.
She
had
such
a
lovely
shawl
on
,
just
like
redness
dipped
in
milk
,
and
all
worked
over
with
flowers
of
the
same
colour
.
It
didn
’
t
shine
much
,
it
was
silk
,
but
it
kept
in
the
shine
.
When
she
came
to
my
bedside
,
she
sat
down
,
just
where
you
are
sitting
,
Diamond
,
and
laid
her
hand
on
the
counterpane
.
I
was
sitting
up
,
with
my
table
before
me
ready
for
my
tea
.
Her
hand
looked
so
pretty
in
its
blue
glove
,
that
I
was
tempted
to
stroke
it
.
I
thought
she
wouldn
’
t
be
angry
,
for
everybody
that
comes
to
the
hospital
is
kind
.
It
’
s
only
in
the
streets
they
ain
’
t
kind
.
But
she
drew
her
hand
away
,
and
I
almost
cried
,
for
I
thought
I
had
been
rude
.
Instead
of
that
,
however
,
it
was
only
that
she
didn
’
t
like
giving
me
her
glove
to
stroke
,
for
she
drew
it
off
,
and
then
laid
her
hand
where
it
was
before
.
I
wasn
’
t
sure
,
but
I
ventured
to
put
out
my
ugly
hand
.
”
“
Your
hand
ain
’
t
ugly
,
Nanny
,
”
said
Diamond
;
but
Nanny
went
on
—
“
And
I
stroked
it
again
,
and
then
she
stroked
mine
,
—
think
of
that
!
And
there
was
a
ring
on
her
finger
,
and
I
looked
down
to
see
what
it
was
like
.
And
she
drew
it
off
,
and
put
it
upon
one
of
my
fingers
.
It
was
a
red
stone
,
and
she
told
me
they
called
it
a
ruby
.
”
“
Oh
,
that
is
funny
!
”
said
Diamond
.
“
Our
new
horse
is
called
Ruby
.
We
’
ve
got
another
horse
—
a
red
one
—
such
a
beauty
!
”
But
Nanny
went
on
with
her
story
.
“
I
looked
at
the
ruby
all
the
time
the
lady
was
talking
to
me
,
—
it
was
so
beautiful
!
And
as
she
talked
I
kept
seeing
deeper
and
deeper
into
the
stone
.
At
last
she
rose
to
go
away
,
and
I
began
to
pull
the
ring
off
my
finger
;
and
what
do
you
think
she
said
?
—
’
Wear
it
all
night
,
if
you
like
.
Only
you
must
take
care
of
it
.
I
can
’
t
give
it
you
,
for
some
one
gave
it
to
me
;
but
you
may
keep
it
till
to
-
morrow
.
’
Wasn
’
t
it
kind
of
her
?
I
could
hardly
take
my
tea
,
I
was
so
delighted
to
hear
it
;
and
I
do
think
it
was
the
ring
that
set
me
dreaming
;
for
,
after
I
had
taken
my
tea
,
I
leaned
back
,
half
lying
and
half
sitting
,
and
looked
at
the
ring
on
my
finger
.
By
degrees
I
began
to
dream
.
The
ring
grew
larger
and
larger
,
until
at
last
I
found
that
I
was
not
looking
at
a
red
stone
,
but
at
a
red
sunset
,
which
shone
in
at
the
end
of
a
long
street
near
where
Grannie
lives
.
I
was
dressed
in
rags
as
I
used
to
be
,
and
I
had
great
holes
in
my
shoes
,
at
which
the
nasty
mud
came
through
to
my
feet
.
I
didn
’
t
use
to
mind
it
before
,
but
now
I
thought
it
horrid
.
And
there
was
the
great
red
sunset
,
with
streaks
of
green
and
gold
between
,
standing
looking
at
me
.
Why
couldn
’
t
I
live
in
the
sunset
instead
of
in
that
dirt
?
Why
was
it
so
far
away
always
?
Why
did
it
never
come
into
our
wretched
street
?
It
faded
away
,
as
the
sunsets
always
do
,
and
at
last
went
out
altogether
.
Then
a
cold
wind
began
to
blow
,
and
flutter
all
my
rags
about
—
—
”
“
That
was
North
Wind
herself
,
”
said
Diamond
.
“
Eh
?
”
said
Nanny
,
and
went
on
with
her
story
.
