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And
then
the
voice
ceased
.
“
Good
-
night
,
Diamond
,
”
I
said
.
“
Good
-
night
,
sir
,
”
answered
Diamond
As
I
walked
away
pondering
,
I
saw
the
great
black
top
of
the
beech
swaying
about
against
the
sky
in
an
upper
wind
,
and
heard
the
murmur
as
of
many
dim
half
-
articulate
voices
filling
the
solitude
around
Diamond
’
s
nest
.
MY
READERS
will
not
wonder
that
,
after
this
,
I
did
my
very
best
to
gain
the
friendship
of
Diamond
.
Nor
did
I
find
this
at
all
difficult
,
the
child
was
so
ready
to
trust
.
Upon
one
subject
alone
was
he
reticent
—
the
story
of
his
relations
with
North
Wind
.
I
fancy
he
could
not
quite
make
up
his
mind
what
to
think
of
them
.
At
all
events
it
was
some
little
time
before
he
trusted
me
with
this
,
only
then
he
told
me
everything
.
If
I
could
not
regard
it
all
in
exactly
the
same
light
as
he
did
,
I
was
,
while
guiltless
of
the
least
pretence
,
fully
sympathetic
,
and
he
was
satisfied
without
demanding
of
me
any
theory
of
difficult
points
involved
.
I
let
him
see
plainly
enough
,
that
whatever
might
be
the
explanation
of
the
marvellous
experience
,
I
would
have
given
much
for
a
similar
one
myself
.
On
an
evening
soon
after
the
thunderstorm
,
in
a
late
twilight
,
with
a
half
-
moon
high
in
the
heavens
,
I
came
upon
Diamond
in
the
act
of
climbing
by
his
little
ladder
into
the
beech
-
tree
.
“
What
are
you
always
going
up
there
for
,
Diamond
?
”
I
heard
Nanny
ask
,
rather
rudely
,
I
thought
.
“
Sometimes
for
one
thing
,
sometimes
for
another
,
Nanny
,
”
answered
Diamond
,
looking
skywards
as
he
climbed
.
“
You
’
ll
break
your
neck
some
day
,
”
she
said
.
“
I
’
m
going
up
to
look
at
the
moon
to
-
night
,
”
he
added
,
without
heeding
her
remark
.
