"He doesn't call himself one," said Diamond.

"That's of no consequence: every man ought to be a gentleman,
and your father is one."

Diamond was so pleased to hear this that he scratched at the paper
like ten mice, and getting hold of the edge of it, tore it off.
The next instant a young girl glided across the bed, and stood upon
the floor.

"Oh dear!" said Diamond, quite dismayed; "I didn't know--
who are you, please?"

"I'm North Wind."

"Are you really?"

"Yes. Make haste."

"But you're no bigger than me."

"Do you think I care about how big or how little I am? Didn't you
see me this evening? I was less then."

"No. Where was you?"

"Behind the leaves of the primrose. Didn't you see them blowing?"

"Yes."