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“
But
she
mightn
’
t
know
how
to
say
what
she
had
to
say
,
so
that
a
little
boy
like
you
would
understand
it
,
”
said
North
Wind
.
“
Here
,
let
us
get
down
again
,
and
I
will
try
to
tell
you
what
I
think
.
You
musn
’
t
suppose
I
am
able
to
answer
all
your
questions
,
though
.
There
are
a
great
many
things
I
don
’
t
understand
more
than
you
do
.
”
She
descended
on
a
grassy
hillock
,
in
the
midst
of
a
wild
furzy
common
.
There
was
a
rabbit
-
warren
underneath
,
and
some
of
the
rabbits
came
out
of
their
holes
,
in
the
moonlight
,
looking
very
sober
and
wise
,
just
like
patriarchs
standing
in
their
tent
-
doors
,
and
looking
about
them
before
going
to
bed
.
When
they
saw
North
Wind
,
instead
of
turning
round
and
vanishing
again
with
a
thump
of
their
heels
,
they
cantered
slowly
up
to
her
and
snuffled
all
about
her
with
their
long
upper
lips
,
which
moved
every
way
at
once
.
That
was
their
way
of
kissing
her
;
and
,
as
she
talked
to
Diamond
,
she
would
every
now
and
then
stroke
down
their
furry
backs
,
or
lift
and
play
with
their
long
ears
.
They
would
,
Diamond
thought
,
have
leaped
upon
her
lap
,
but
that
he
was
there
already
.
“
I
think
,
”
said
she
,
after
they
had
been
sitting
silent
for
a
while
,
“
that
if
I
were
only
a
dream
,
you
would
not
have
been
able
to
love
me
so
.
You
love
me
when
you
are
not
with
me
,
don
’
t
you
?
”
“
Indeed
I
do
,
”
answered
Diamond
,
stroking
her
hand
.
“
I
see
!
I
see
!
How
could
I
be
able
to
love
you
as
I
do
if
you
weren
’
t
there
at
all
,
you
know
?
Besides
,
I
couldn
’
t
be
able
to
dream
anything
half
so
beautiful
all
out
of
my
own
head
;
or
if
I
did
,
I
couldn
’
t
love
a
fancy
of
my
own
like
that
,
could
I
?
”
“
I
think
not
.
You
might
have
loved
me
in
a
dream
,
dreamily
,
and
forgotten
me
when
you
woke
,
I
daresay
,
but
not
loved
me
like
a
real
being
as
you
love
me
.
Even
then
,
I
don
’
t
think
you
could
dream
anything
that
hadn
’
t
something
real
like
it
somewhere
.
But
you
’
ve
seen
me
in
many
shapes
,
Diamond
:
you
remember
I
was
a
wolf
once
—
don
’
t
you
?
”
“
Oh
yes
—
a
good
wolf
that
frightened
a
naughty
drunken
nurse
.
”
“
Well
,
suppose
I
were
to
turn
ugly
,
would
you
rather
I
weren
’
t
a
dream
then
?
”
“
Yes
;
for
I
should
know
that
you
were
beautiful
inside
all
the
same
.
You
would
love
me
,
and
I
should
love
you
all
the
same
.
I
shouldn
’
t
like
you
to
look
ugly
,
you
know
.
But
I
shouldn
’
t
believe
it
a
bit
.
”
