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Some
of
them
were
out
of
books
Mr
.
Raymond
had
given
him
.
These
he
always
knew
,
but
about
the
others
he
could
seldom
tell
.
Sometimes
he
would
say
,
“
I
made
that
one
.
”
but
generally
he
would
say
,
“
I
don
’
t
know
;
I
found
it
somewhere
;
”
or
“
I
got
it
at
the
back
of
the
north
wind
.
”
One
evening
I
found
him
sitting
on
the
grassy
slope
under
the
house
,
with
his
Dulcimer
in
his
arms
and
his
little
brother
rolling
on
the
grass
beside
them
.
He
was
chanting
in
his
usual
way
,
more
like
the
sound
of
a
brook
than
anything
else
I
can
think
of
.
When
I
went
up
to
them
he
ceased
his
chant
.
“
Do
go
on
,
Diamond
.
Don
’
t
mind
me
,
”
I
said
.
He
began
again
at
once
.
While
he
sang
,
Nanny
and
Jim
sat
a
little
way
off
,
one
hemming
a
pocket
-
handkerchief
,
and
the
other
reading
a
story
to
her
,
but
they
never
heeded
Diamond
.
This
is
as
near
what
he
sang
as
I
can
recollect
,
or
reproduce
rather
.
What
would
you
see
if
I
took
you
up
To
my
little
nest
in
the
air
?
You
would
see
the
sky
like
a
clear
blue
cup
Turned
upside
downwards
there
.
What
would
you
do
if
I
took
you
there
To
my
little
nest
in
the
tree
?
