and to please nobody.

Well, it was just as if the wind was pushing Diamond along.
If he turned round, it grew very sharp on his legs especially,
and so he thought the wind might really be Lady North Wind, though he
could not see her, and he had better let her blow him wherever
she pleased. So she blew and blew, and he went and went, until he
found himself standing at a door in a wall, which door led from the
yard into a little belt of shrubbery, flanking Mr. Coleman's house.
Mr. Coleman was his father's master, and the owner of Diamond.
He opened the door, and went through the shrubbery, and out
into the middle of the lawn, still hoping to find North Wind.
The soft grass was very pleasant to his bare feet, and felt warm
after the stones of the yard; but the lady was nowhere to be seen.
Then he began to think that after all he must have done wrong,
and she was offended with him for not following close after her,
but staying to talk to the horse, which certainly was neither wise
nor polite.

There he stood in the middle of the lawn, the wind blowing his
night-gown till it flapped like a loose sail. The stars were very
shiny over his head; but they did not give light enough to show that
the grass was green; and Diamond stood alone in the strange night,
which looked half solid all about him. He began to wonder whether
he was in a dream or not. It was important to determine this;
"for," thought Diamond, "if I am in a dream, I am safe in my bed,
and I needn't cry. But if I'm not in a dream, I'm out here, and perhaps
I had better cry, or, at least, I'm not sure whether I can help it."
He came to the conclusion, however, that, whether he was in a dream
or not, there could be no harm in not crying for a little while longer: