"You're not afraid?" said the North Wind.

"No, ma'am; but mother never would let me go without shoes:
she never said anything about clothes, so I dare say she wouldn't
mind that."

"I know your mother very well," said the lady. "She is a good woman.
I have visited her often. I was with her when you were born.
I saw her laugh and cry both at once. I love your mother, Diamond."

"How was it you did not know my name, then, ma'am? Please am I
to say ma'am to you, ma'am?"

"One question at a time, dear boy. I knew your name quite well,
but I wanted to hear what you would say for it. Don't you remember
that day when the man was finding fault with your name--how I blew
the window in?"

"Yes, yes," answered Diamond, eagerly. "Our window opens like a door,
right over the coach-house door. And the wind--you, ma'am--came in,
and blew the Bible out of the man's hands, and the leaves went
all flutter, flutter on the floor, and my mother picked it up
and gave it back to him open, and there----"

"Was your name in the Bible--the sixth stone in the high
priest's breastplate."

"Oh!--a stone, was it?" said Diamond. "I thought it had been a horse--
I did."