"I had to make myself look like a bad thing before she could see me.
If I had put on any other shape than a wolf's she would not have
seen me, for that is what is growing to be her own shape inside
of her."

"I don't know what you mean," said Diamond, "but I suppose it's
all right."

They were now climbing the slope of a grassy ascent. It was
Primrose Hill, in fact, although Diamond had never heard of it.
The moment they reached the top, North Wind stood and turned her face
towards London The stars were still shining clear and cold overhead.
There was not a cloud to be seen. The air was sharp, but Diamond did
not find it cold.

"Now," said the lady, "whatever you do, do not let my hand go.
I might have lost you the last time, only I was not in a hurry then:
now I am in a hurry."

Yet she stood still for a moment.




CHAPTER IV

NORTH WIND