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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."
"I said with the North Wind, not in it."
"It's all one."
"It's not all one."
"It is all one."
"But I know best."
"And I know better. I'll box your ears," said the girl.
Diamond got very angry. But he remembered that even if she did box
his ears, he musn't box hers again, for she was a girl, and all
that boys must do, if girls are rude, is to go away and leave them.
So he went in at the door.
"Good-bye, mister" said the girl.
This brought Diamond to his senses.
"I'm sorry I was cross," he said. "Come in, and my mother will
give you some breakfast."
"No, thank you. I must be off to my crossing. It's morning now."
"I'm very sorry for you," said Diamond.
"Well, it is a life to be tired of--what with old Sal, and so many
holes in my shoes."
"I wonder you're so good. I should kill myself."
"Oh, no, you wouldn't! When I think of it, I always want to see what's
coming next, and so I always wait till next is over. Well! I suppose
there's somebody happy somewheres. But it ain't in them carriages.
Oh my! how they do look sometimes--fit to bite your head off! Good-bye!"
She ran up the hill and disappeared behind it. Then Diamond shut
the door as he best could, and ran through the kitchen-garden to
the stable. And wasn't he glad to get into his own blessed bed again!
CHAPTER V
THE SUMMER-HOUSE
DIAMOND said nothing to his mother about his adventures. He had
half a notion that North Wind was a friend of his mother, and that,
if she did not know all about it, at least she did not mind his going
anywhere with the lady of the wind. At the same time he doubted
whether he might not appear to be telling stories if he told all,
especially as he could hardly believe it himself when he thought
about it in the middle of the day, although when the twilight was
once half-way on to night he had no doubt about it, at least for
the first few days after he had been with her. The girl that swept
the crossing had certainly refused to believe him. Besides, he felt
sure that North Wind would tell him if he ought to speak.
It was some time before he saw the lady of the wind again.
Indeed nothing remarkable took place in Diamond's history until
the following week. This was what happened then. Diamond the horse
wanted new shoes, and Diamond's father took him out of the stable,
and was just getting on his back to ride him to the forge, when he saw
his little boy standing by the pump, and looking at him wistfully.
Then the coachman took his foot out of the stirrup, left his hold
of the mane and bridle, came across to his boy, lifted him up,
and setting him on the horse's back, told him to sit up like a man.
He then led away both Diamonds together.
The boy atop felt not a little tremulous as the great muscles that
lifted the legs of the horse knotted and relaxed against his legs,
and he cowered towards the withers, grasping with his hands the bit
of mane worn short by the collar; but when his father looked back at him,
saying once more, "Sit up, Diamond," he let the mane go and sat up,
notwithstanding that the horse, thinking, I suppose, that his
master had said to him, "Come up, Diamond," stepped out faster.
For both the Diamonds were just grandly obedient. And Diamond soon
found that, as he was obedient to his father, so the horse was
obedient to him. For he had not ridden far before he found courage
to reach forward and catch hold of the bridle, and when his father,
whose hand was upon it, felt the boy pull it towards him, he looked
up and smiled, and, well pleased, let go his hold, and left Diamond
to guide Diamond; and the boy soon found that he could do so perfectly.
It was a grand thing to be able to guide a great beast like that.
And another discovery he made was that, in order to guide the horse,
he had in a measure to obey the horse first. If he did not yield
his body to the motions of the horse's body, he could not guide him;
he must fall off.
The blacksmith lived at some distance, deeper into London.
As they crossed the angle of a square, Diamond, who was now quite
comfortable on his living throne, was glancing this way and that in
a gentle pride, when he saw a girl sweeping a crossing scuddingly
before a lady. The lady was his father's mistress, Mrs. Coleman,
and the little girl was she for whose sake he had got off North
Wind's back. He drew Diamond's bridle in eager anxiety to see whether
her outstretched hand would gather a penny from Mrs. Coleman.
But she had given one at the last crossing, and the hand returned
only to grasp its broom. Diamond could not bear it. He had a penny
in his pocket, a gift of the same lady the day before, and he tumbled
off his horse to give it to the girl. He tumbled off, I say, for he
did tumble when he reached the ground. But he got up in an instant,
and ran, searching his pocket as he ran. She made him a pretty
courtesy when he offered his treasure, but with a bewildered stare.
She thought first: "Then he was on the back of the North Wind
after all!" but, looking up at the sound of the horse's feet
on the paved crossing, she changed her idea, saying to herself,
"North Wind is his father's horse! That's the secret of it!
Why couldn't he say so?" And she had a mind to refuse the penny.
But his smile put it all right, and she not only took his penny
but put it in her mouth with a "Thank you, mister. Did they wollop
you then?"
"Oh no!" answered Diamond. "They never wollops me."
"Lor!" said the little girl, and was speechless.
Meantime his father, looking up, and seeing the horse's back bare,
suffered a pang of awful dread, but the next moment catching sight
of him, took him up and put him on, saying--
"Don't get off again, Diamond. The horse might have put his foot
on you."
"No, father," answered the boy, and rode on in majestic safety.
The summer drew near, warm and splendid. Miss Coleman was a little
better in health, and sat a good deal in the garden. One day
she saw Diamond peeping through the shrubbery, and called him.
He talked to her so frankly that she often sent for him after that,
and by degrees it came about that he had leave to run in the garden
as he pleased. He never touched any of the flowers or blossoms,
for he was not like some boys who cannot enjoy a thing without
pulling it to pieces, and so preventing every one from enjoying it
after them.
A week even makes such a long time in a child's life, that Diamond
had begun once more to feel as if North Wind were a dream of some
far-off year.
One hot evening, he had been sitting with the young mistress,
as they called her, in a little summer-house at the bottom
of the lawn--a wonderful thing for beauty, the boy thought,
for a little window in the side of it was made of coloured glass.
It grew dusky, and the lady began to feel chill, and went in,
leaving the boy in the summer-house. He sat there gazing out at
a bed of tulips, which, although they had closed for the night,
could not go quite asleep for the wind that kept waving them about.
All at once he saw a great bumble-bee fly out of one of the tulips.
"There! that is something done," said a voice--a gentle, merry,
childish voice, but so tiny. "At last it was. I thought
he would have had to stay there all night, poor fellow! I did."
Diamond could not tell whether the voice was near or far away,
it was so small and yet so clear. He had never seen a fairy,
but he had heard of such, and he began to look all about for one.
And there was the tiniest creature sliding down the stem of
the tulip!
"Are you the fairy that herds the bees?" he asked, going out of the
summer-house, and down on his knees on the green shore of the tulip-bed.
"I'm not a fairy," answered the little creature.
"How do you know that?"
"It would become you better to ask how you are to know it."
"You've just told me."
"Yes. But what's the use of knowing a thing only because you're
told it?"
"Well, how am I to know you are not a fairy? You do look very
like one."
"In the first place, fairies are much bigger than you see me."
"Oh!" said Diamond reflectively; "I thought they were very little."
"But they might be tremendously bigger than I am, and yet not
very big. Why, I could be six times the size I am, and not be
very huge. Besides, a fairy can't grow big and little at will,
though the nursery-tales do say so: they don't know better.
You stupid Diamond! have you never seen me before?"
And, as she spoke, a moan of wind bent the tulips almost to
the ground, and the creature laid her hand on Diamond's shoulder.
In a moment he knew that it was North Wind.
"I am very stupid," he said; "but I never saw you so small before,
not even when you were nursing the primrose."
"Must you see me every size that can be measured before you
know me, Diamond?"
"But how could I think it was you taking care of a great
stupid bumble-bee?"
"The more stupid he was the more need he had to be taken care of.
What with sucking honey and trying to open the door, he was nearly dated;
and when it opened in the morning to let the sun see the tulip's heart,
what would the sun have thought to find such a stupid thing lying there--
with wings too?"
"But how do you have time to look after bees?"
"I don't look after bees. I had this one to look after.
It was hard work, though."
"Hard work! Why, you could blow a chimney down, or--or a boy's
cap off," said Diamond.
"Both are easier than to blow a tulip open. But I scarcely know
the difference between hard and easy. I am always able for what I
have to do. When I see my work, I just rush at it--and it is done.
But I mustn't chatter. I have got to sink a ship to-night."
"Sink a ship! What! with men in it?"
"Yes, and women too."
"How dreadful! I wish you wouldn't talk so."
"It is rather dreadful. But it is my work. I must do it."
"I hope you won't ask me to go with you."
"No, I won't ask you. But you must come for all that."
"I won't then."
"Won't you?" And North Wind grew a tall lady, and looked him
in the eyes, and Diamond said--
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."
"I said with the North Wind, not in it."
"It's all one."
"It's not all one."
"It is all one."
"But I know best."
"And I know better. I'll box your ears," said the girl.
Diamond got very angry. But he remembered that even if she did box
his ears, he musn't box hers again, for she was a girl, and all
that boys must do, if girls are rude, is to go away and leave them.
So he went in at the door.
"Good-bye, mister" said the girl.
This brought Diamond to his senses.
"I'm sorry I was cross," he said. "Come in, and my mother will
give you some breakfast."
"No, thank you. I must be off to my crossing. It's morning now."
"I'm very sorry for you," said Diamond.
"Well, it is a life to be tired of--what with old Sal, and so many
holes in my shoes."
"I wonder you're so good. I should kill myself."
"Oh, no, you wouldn't! When I think of it, I always want to see what's
coming next, and so I always wait till next is over. Well! I suppose
there's somebody happy somewheres. But it ain't in them carriages.
Oh my! how they do look sometimes--fit to bite your head off! Good-bye!"
She ran up the hill and disappeared behind it. Then Diamond shut
the door as he best could, and ran through the kitchen-garden to
the stable. And wasn't he glad to get into his own blessed bed again!
CHAPTER V
THE SUMMER-HOUSE
DIAMOND said nothing to his mother about his adventures. He had
half a notion that North Wind was a friend of his mother, and that,
if she did not know all about it, at least she did not mind his going
anywhere with the lady of the wind. At the same time he doubted
whether he might not appear to be telling stories if he told all,
especially as he could hardly believe it himself when he thought
about it in the middle of the day, although when the twilight was
once half-way on to night he had no doubt about it, at least for
the first few days after he had been with her. The girl that swept
the crossing had certainly refused to believe him. Besides, he felt
sure that North Wind would tell him if he ought to speak.
It was some time before he saw the lady of the wind again.
Indeed nothing remarkable took place in Diamond's history until
the following week. This was what happened then. Diamond the horse
wanted new shoes, and Diamond's father took him out of the stable,
and was just getting on his back to ride him to the forge, when he saw
his little boy standing by the pump, and looking at him wistfully.
Then the coachman took his foot out of the stirrup, left his hold
of the mane and bridle, came across to his boy, lifted him up,
and setting him on the horse's back, told him to sit up like a man.
He then led away both Diamonds together.
The boy atop felt not a little tremulous as the great muscles that
lifted the legs of the horse knotted and relaxed against his legs,
and he cowered towards the withers, grasping with his hands the bit
of mane worn short by the collar; but when his father looked back at him,
saying once more, "Sit up, Diamond," he let the mane go and sat up,
notwithstanding that the horse, thinking, I suppose, that his
master had said to him, "Come up, Diamond," stepped out faster.
For both the Diamonds were just grandly obedient. And Diamond soon
found that, as he was obedient to his father, so the horse was
obedient to him. For he had not ridden far before he found courage
to reach forward and catch hold of the bridle, and when his father,
whose hand was upon it, felt the boy pull it towards him, he looked
up and smiled, and, well pleased, let go his hold, and left Diamond
to guide Diamond; and the boy soon found that he could do so perfectly.
It was a grand thing to be able to guide a great beast like that.
And another discovery he made was that, in order to guide the horse,
he had in a measure to obey the horse first. If he did not yield
his body to the motions of the horse's body, he could not guide him;
he must fall off.
The blacksmith lived at some distance, deeper into London.
As they crossed the angle of a square, Diamond, who was now quite
comfortable on his living throne, was glancing this way and that in
a gentle pride, when he saw a girl sweeping a crossing scuddingly
before a lady. The lady was his father's mistress, Mrs. Coleman,
and the little girl was she for whose sake he had got off North
Wind's back. He drew Diamond's bridle in eager anxiety to see whether
her outstretched hand would gather a penny from Mrs. Coleman.
But she had given one at the last crossing, and the hand returned
only to grasp its broom. Diamond could not bear it. He had a penny
in his pocket, a gift of the same lady the day before, and he tumbled
off his horse to give it to the girl. He tumbled off, I say, for he
did tumble when he reached the ground. But he got up in an instant,
and ran, searching his pocket as he ran. She made him a pretty
courtesy when he offered his treasure, but with a bewildered stare.
She thought first: "Then he was on the back of the North Wind
after all!" but, looking up at the sound of the horse's feet
on the paved crossing, she changed her idea, saying to herself,
"North Wind is his father's horse! That's the secret of it!
Why couldn't he say so?" And she had a mind to refuse the penny.
But his smile put it all right, and she not only took his penny
but put it in her mouth with a "Thank you, mister. Did they wollop
you then?"
"Oh no!" answered Diamond. "They never wollops me."
"Lor!" said the little girl, and was speechless.
Meantime his father, looking up, and seeing the horse's back bare,
suffered a pang of awful dread, but the next moment catching sight
of him, took him up and put him on, saying--
"Don't get off again, Diamond. The horse might have put his foot
on you."
"No, father," answered the boy, and rode on in majestic safety.
The summer drew near, warm and splendid. Miss Coleman was a little
better in health, and sat a good deal in the garden. One day
she saw Diamond peeping through the shrubbery, and called him.
He talked to her so frankly that she often sent for him after that,
and by degrees it came about that he had leave to run in the garden
as he pleased. He never touched any of the flowers or blossoms,
for he was not like some boys who cannot enjoy a thing without
pulling it to pieces, and so preventing every one from enjoying it
after them.
A week even makes such a long time in a child's life, that Diamond
had begun once more to feel as if North Wind were a dream of some
far-off year.
One hot evening, he had been sitting with the young mistress,
as they called her, in a little summer-house at the bottom
of the lawn--a wonderful thing for beauty, the boy thought,
for a little window in the side of it was made of coloured glass.
It grew dusky, and the lady began to feel chill, and went in,
leaving the boy in the summer-house. He sat there gazing out at
a bed of tulips, which, although they had closed for the night,
could not go quite asleep for the wind that kept waving them about.
All at once he saw a great bumble-bee fly out of one of the tulips.
"There! that is something done," said a voice--a gentle, merry,
childish voice, but so tiny. "At last it was. I thought
he would have had to stay there all night, poor fellow! I did."
Diamond could not tell whether the voice was near or far away,
it was so small and yet so clear. He had never seen a fairy,
but he had heard of such, and he began to look all about for one.
And there was the tiniest creature sliding down the stem of
the tulip!
"Are you the fairy that herds the bees?" he asked, going out of the
summer-house, and down on his knees on the green shore of the tulip-bed.
"I'm not a fairy," answered the little creature.
"How do you know that?"
"It would become you better to ask how you are to know it."
"You've just told me."
"Yes. But what's the use of knowing a thing only because you're
told it?"
"Well, how am I to know you are not a fairy? You do look very
like one."
"In the first place, fairies are much bigger than you see me."
"Oh!" said Diamond reflectively; "I thought they were very little."
"But they might be tremendously bigger than I am, and yet not
very big. Why, I could be six times the size I am, and not be
very huge. Besides, a fairy can't grow big and little at will,
though the nursery-tales do say so: they don't know better.
You stupid Diamond! have you never seen me before?"
And, as she spoke, a moan of wind bent the tulips almost to
the ground, and the creature laid her hand on Diamond's shoulder.
In a moment he knew that it was North Wind.
"I am very stupid," he said; "but I never saw you so small before,
not even when you were nursing the primrose."
"Must you see me every size that can be measured before you
know me, Diamond?"
"But how could I think it was you taking care of a great
stupid bumble-bee?"
"The more stupid he was the more need he had to be taken care of.
What with sucking honey and trying to open the door, he was nearly dated;
and when it opened in the morning to let the sun see the tulip's heart,
what would the sun have thought to find such a stupid thing lying there--
with wings too?"
"But how do you have time to look after bees?"
"I don't look after bees. I had this one to look after.
It was hard work, though."
"Hard work! Why, you could blow a chimney down, or--or a boy's
cap off," said Diamond.
"Both are easier than to blow a tulip open. But I scarcely know
the difference between hard and easy. I am always able for what I
have to do. When I see my work, I just rush at it--and it is done.
But I mustn't chatter. I have got to sink a ship to-night."
"Sink a ship! What! with men in it?"
"Yes, and women too."
"How dreadful! I wish you wouldn't talk so."
"It is rather dreadful. But it is my work. I must do it."
"I hope you won't ask me to go with you."
"No, I won't ask you. But you must come for all that."
"I won't then."
"Won't you?" And North Wind grew a tall lady, and looked him
in the eyes, and Diamond said--
- barrel [´bærəl]
n.(琵琶)桶；圆筒 (初中英语单词) - dismay [dis´mei] n.惊慌 vt.使惊慌 (初中英语单词)
- stable [´steibəl] n.马棚 a.稳固的 (初中英语单词)
- twilight [´twailait] n.黎明；黄昏 (初中英语单词)
- remarkable [ri´mɑ:kəbl] a.值得注意的；显著的 (初中英语单词)
- standing [´stændiŋ] n.持续 a.直立的 (初中英语单词)
- collar [´kɔlə] n.衣领；(狗等的)项圈 (初中英语单词)
- measure [´meʒə] n.量度；范围 vt.测量 (初中英语单词)
- mistress [´mistris] n.女主人；情妇；女能手 (初中英语单词)
- anxiety [æŋ´zaiəti] n.挂念；渴望；焦虑的事 (初中英语单词)
- frankly [´fræŋkli] ad.直率地；慷慨地 (初中英语单词)
- knowing [´nəuiŋ] a.会意的，心照不宣的 (初中英语单词)
- stupid [´stju:pid] a.愚蠢的；糊涂的 (初中英语单词)
- chatter [´tʃætə] vi.&n.饶舌；闲聊 (初中英语单词)
- dreadful [´dredful] a.可怕的；讨厌的 (初中英语单词)
- sleepy [´sli:pi] a.困的，想睡的 (高中英语单词)
- irregular [i´regjulə] a.不规则的；不正当的 (高中英语单词)
- half-way [´hɑ:fwei] ad.半途；几乎 (高中英语单词)
- bridle [´braidl] n.(马)笼头；束缚 (高中英语单词)
- blacksmith [´blæk,smiθ] n.铁匠，锻工 (高中英语单词)
- throne [θrəun] n.宝座；王位 (高中英语单词)
- sweeping [´swi:piŋ] a.掠过的 n.扫除；清除 (高中英语单词)
- saying [´seiŋ, ´sei-iŋ] n.言语；言论；格言 (高中英语单词)
- seeing [si:iŋ] see的现在分词 n.视觉 (高中英语单词)
- majestic [mə´dʒestik] a.雄伟的；崇高的 (高中英语单词)
- blessed [´blesid] a.享福的；神圣的 (英语四级单词)
- coachman [´kəutʃmən] n.赶马车人 (英语四级单词)
- stirrup [´stirəp] n.马蹬；镫形具 (英语四级单词)
- setting [´setiŋ] n.安装；排字；布景 (英语四级单词)
- obedient [ə´bi:djənt] a.服从的，恭顺的 (英语四级单词)
- ridden [´ridn] ride 的过去分词 (英语四级单词)
- mister [´mistə] n.先生 vt.称...先生 (英语四级单词)
- tremendously [tri´mendəsli] ad.可怕地；极大地 (英语四级单词)
- trying [´traiiŋ] a.难堪的；费劲的 (英语四级单词)
- tremulous [´tremjuləs] a.发抖的；震颤的 (英语六级单词)
- outstretched [,aut´stretʃt] a.扩张的；伸长的 (英语六级单词)
- taking [´teikiŋ] a.迷人的 n.捕获物 (英语六级单词)
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