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“
I
can
’
t
see
you
either
,
but
I
can
see
the
first
star
peeping
out
of
the
sky
.
I
should
like
to
get
up
into
the
sky
.
Don
’
t
you
think
I
shall
,
some
day
?
”
“
Yes
,
I
do
.
Tell
me
what
more
you
see
up
there
.
”
“
I
don
’
t
see
anything
more
,
except
a
few
leaves
,
and
the
big
sky
over
me
.
It
goes
swinging
about
.
The
earth
is
all
behind
my
back
.
There
comes
another
star
!
The
wind
is
like
kisses
from
a
big
lady
.
When
I
get
up
here
I
feel
as
if
I
were
in
North
Wind
’
s
arms
.
”
This
was
the
first
I
heard
of
North
Wind
.
The
whole
ways
and
look
of
the
child
,
so
full
of
quiet
wisdom
,
yet
so
ready
to
accept
the
judgment
of
others
in
his
own
dispraise
,
took
hold
of
my
heart
,
and
I
felt
myself
wonderfully
drawn
towards
him
.
It
seemed
to
me
,
somehow
,
as
if
little
Diamond
possessed
the
secret
of
life
,
and
was
himself
what
he
was
so
ready
to
think
the
lowest
living
thing
—
an
angel
of
God
with
something
special
to
say
or
do
.
A
gush
of
reverence
came
over
me
,
and
with
a
single
goodnight
,
I
turned
and
left
him
in
his
nest
.
I
saw
him
often
after
this
,
and
gained
so
much
of
his
confidence
that
he
told
me
all
I
have
told
you
.
I
cannot
pretend
to
account
for
it
.
I
leave
that
for
each
philosophical
reader
to
do
after
his
own
fashion
.
The
easiest
way
is
that
of
Nanny
and
Jim
,
who
said
often
to
each
other
that
Diamond
had
a
tile
loose
.
But
Mr
.
Raymond
was
much
of
my
opinion
concerning
the
boy
;
while
Mrs
.
Raymond
confessed
that
she
often
rang
her
bell
just
to
have
once
more
the
pleasure
of
seeing
the
lovely
stillness
of
the
boy
’
s
face
,
with
those
blue
eyes
which
seemed
rather
made
for
other
people
to
look
into
than
for
himself
to
look
out
of
.
It
was
plainer
to
others
than
to
himself
that
he
felt
the
desertion
of
Nanny
and
Jim
.
They
appeared
to
regard
him
as
a
mere
toy
,
except
when
they
found
he
could
minister
to
the
scruple
of
using
him
—
generally
with
success
.
They
were
,
however
,
well
-
behaved
to
a
wonderful
degree
;
while
I
have
little
doubt
that
much
of
their
good
behaviour
was
owing
to
the
unconscious
influence
of
the
boy
they
called
God
’
s
baby
.
One
very
strange
thing
is
that
I
could
never
find
out
where
he
got
some
of
his
many
songs
.
At
times
they
would
be
but
bubbles
blown
out
of
a
nursery
rhyme
,
as
was
the
following
,
which
I
heard
him
sing
one
evening
to
his
little
Dulcimer
.
There
were
about
a
score
of
sheep
feeding
in
a
paddock
near
him
,
their
white
wool
dyed
a
pale
rose
in
the
light
of
the
setting
sun
.
Those
in
the
long
shadows
from
the
trees
were
dead
white
;
those
in
the
sunlight
were
half
glorified
with
pale
rose
.
Little
Bo
Peep
,
she
lost
her
sheep
,
