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“
But
I
shouldn
’
t
have
been
out
so
late
if
I
hadn
’
t
got
down
to
help
you
,
”
said
Diamond
.
“
North
Wind
is
gone
home
long
ago
.
”
“
I
think
you
must
ha
’
got
out
o
’
one
o
’
them
Hidget
Asylms
,
”
said
the
girl
.
“
You
said
something
about
the
north
wind
afore
that
I
couldn
’
t
get
the
rights
of
.
”
So
now
,
for
the
sake
of
his
character
,
Diamond
had
to
tell
her
the
whole
story
.
She
did
not
believe
a
word
of
it
.
She
said
he
wasn
’
t
such
a
flat
as
to
believe
all
that
bosh
.
But
as
she
spoke
there
came
a
great
blast
of
wind
through
the
arch
,
and
set
the
barrel
rolling
.
So
they
made
haste
to
get
out
of
it
,
for
they
had
no
notion
of
being
rolled
over
and
over
as
if
they
had
been
packed
tight
and
wouldn
’
t
hurt
,
like
a
barrel
of
herrings
.
“
I
thought
we
should
have
had
a
sleep
,
”
said
Diamond
;
“
but
I
can
’
t
say
I
’
m
very
sleepy
after
all
.
Come
,
let
’
s
go
on
again
.
”
They
wandered
on
and
on
,
sometimes
sitting
on
a
door
-
step
,
but
always
turning
into
lanes
or
fields
when
they
had
a
chance
.
They
found
themselves
at
last
on
a
rising
ground
that
sloped
rather
steeply
on
the
other
side
.
It
was
a
waste
kind
of
spot
below
,
bounded
by
an
irregular
wall
,
with
a
few
doors
in
it
.
Outside
lay
broken
things
in
general
,
from
garden
rollers
to
flower
-
pots
and
wine
-
bottles
.
But
the
moment
they
reached
the
brow
of
the
rising
ground
,
a
gust
of
wind
seized
them
and
blew
them
down
hill
as
fast
as
they
could
run
.
Nor
could
Diamond
stop
before
he
went
bang
against
one
of
the
doors
in
the
wall
.
To
his
dismay
it
burst
open
.
When
they
came
to
themselves
they
peeped
in
.
It
was
the
back
door
of
a
garden
.
“
Ah
,
ah
!
”
cried
Diamond
,
after
staring
for
a
few
moments
,
“
I
thought
so
!
North
Wind
takes
nobody
in
!
Here
I
am
in
master
’
s
garden
!
I
tell
you
what
,
little
girl
,
you
just
bore
a
hole
in
old
Sal
’
s
wall
,
and
put
your
mouth
to
it
,
and
say
,
’
Please
,
North
Wind
,
mayn
’
t
I
go
out
with
you
?
’
and
then
you
’
ll
see
what
’
ll
come
.
”
“
I
daresay
I
shall
.
But
I
’
m
out
in
the
wind
too
often
already
to
want
more
of
it
.
”
