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“
If
there
isn
’
t
,
there
’
s
something
better
,
”
he
answered
,
and
vanished
in
the
leaves
over
our
heads
.
I
went
into
the
house
,
where
I
visited
often
in
the
evenings
.
When
I
came
out
,
there
was
a
little
wind
blowing
,
very
pleasant
after
the
heat
of
the
day
,
for
although
it
was
late
summer
now
,
it
was
still
hot
.
The
tree
-
tops
were
swinging
about
in
it
.
I
took
my
way
past
the
beech
,
and
called
up
to
see
if
Diamond
were
still
in
his
nest
in
its
rocking
head
.
“
Are
you
there
,
Diamond
?
”
I
said
.
“
Yes
,
sir
,
”
came
his
clear
voice
in
reply
.
“
Isn
’
t
it
growing
too
dark
for
you
to
get
down
safely
?
”
“
Oh
,
no
,
sir
—
if
I
take
time
to
it
.
I
know
my
way
so
well
,
and
never
let
go
with
one
hand
till
I
’
ve
a
good
hold
with
the
other
.
”
“
Do
be
careful
,
”
I
insisted
—
foolishly
,
seeing
the
boy
was
as
careful
as
he
could
be
already
.
“
I
’
m
coming
,
”
he
returned
.
“
I
’
ve
got
all
the
moon
I
want
to
-
night
.
”
I
heard
a
rustling
and
a
rustling
drawing
nearer
and
nearer
.
Three
or
four
minutes
elapsed
,
and
he
appeared
at
length
creeping
down
his
little
ladder
.
I
took
him
in
my
arms
,
and
set
him
on
the
ground
.
