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“
No
,
I
don
’
t
,
”
said
Diamond
,
and
began
to
sing
to
Dulcimer
.
All
I
could
hear
of
the
song
,
for
the
other
children
were
going
on
with
their
chatter
,
was
—
The
clock
struck
one
,
And
the
mouse
came
down
.
Dickery
,
dickery
,
dock
!
Then
there
came
a
blast
of
wind
,
and
the
rain
followed
in
straight
-
pouring
lines
,
as
if
out
of
a
watering
-
pot
.
Diamond
jumped
up
with
his
little
Dulcimer
in
his
arms
,
and
Nanny
caught
up
the
little
boy
,
and
they
ran
for
the
cottage
.
Jim
vanished
with
a
double
shuffle
,
and
I
went
into
the
house
.
When
I
came
out
again
to
return
home
,
the
clouds
were
gone
,
and
the
evening
sky
glimmered
through
the
trees
,
blue
,
and
pale
-
green
towards
the
west
,
I
turned
my
steps
a
little
aside
to
look
at
the
stricken
beech
.
I
saw
the
bough
torn
from
the
stem
,
and
that
was
all
the
twilight
would
allow
me
to
see
.
While
I
stood
gazing
,
down
from
the
sky
came
a
sound
of
singing
,
but
the
voice
was
neither
of
lark
nor
of
nightingale
:
it
was
sweeter
than
either
:
it
was
the
voice
of
Diamond
,
up
in
his
airy
nest
:
—
The
lightning
and
thunder
,
They
go
and
they
come
;
But
the
stars
and
the
stillness
Are
always
at
home
.
