He awoke all at once, in the dark.

"Open the window, Diamond," said a voice.

Now Diamond's mother had once more pasted up North Wind's window.

"Are you North Wind?" said Diamond: "I don't hear you blowing."

"No; but you hear me talking. Open the window, for I haven't
overmuch time."

"Yes," returned Diamond. "But, please, North Wind, where's the use?
You left me all alone last time."

He had got up on his knees, and was busy with his nails once
more at the paper over the hole in the wall. For now that North
Wind spoke again, he remembered all that had taken place before
as distinctly as if it had happened only last night.

"Yes, but that was your fault," returned North Wind. "I had work
to do; and, besides, a gentleman should never keep a lady waiting."

"But I'm not a gentleman," said Diamond, scratching away at the paper.

"I hope you won't say so ten years after this."

"I'm going to be a coachman, and a coachman is not a gentleman,"
persisted Diamond.

"We call your father a gentleman in our house," said North Wind.