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“
Don
’
t
be
impertinent
,
Master
Diamond
,
”
said
North
Wind
.
“
If
there
’
s
one
thing
makes
me
more
angry
than
another
,
it
is
the
way
you
humans
judge
things
by
their
size
.
I
am
quite
as
respectable
now
as
I
shall
be
six
hours
after
this
,
when
I
take
an
East
Indiaman
by
the
royals
,
twist
her
round
,
and
push
her
under
.
You
have
no
right
to
address
me
in
such
a
fashion
.
”
But
as
she
spoke
,
the
tiny
face
wore
the
smile
of
a
great
,
grand
woman
.
She
was
only
having
her
own
beautiful
fun
out
of
Diamond
,
and
true
woman
’
s
fun
never
hurts
.
“
But
look
there
!
”
she
resumed
.
“
Do
you
see
a
boat
with
one
man
in
it
—
a
green
and
white
boat
?
”
“
Yes
;
quite
well
.
”
“
That
’
s
a
poet
.
”
“
I
thought
you
said
it
was
a
bo
-
at
.
”
“
Stupid
pet
!
Don
’
t
you
know
what
a
poet
is
?
”
“
Why
,
a
thing
to
sail
on
the
water
in
.
”
“
Well
,
perhaps
you
’
re
not
so
far
wrong
.
Some
poets
do
carry
people
over
the
sea
.
But
I
have
no
business
to
talk
so
much
.
The
man
is
a
poet
.
”
