AND as she stood looking towards London, Diamond saw that she
was trembling.

"Are you cold, North Wind?" he asked.

"No, Diamond," she answered, looking down upon him with a smile;
"I am only getting ready to sweep one of my rooms. Those careless,
greedy, untidy children make it in such a mess."

As she spoke he could have told by her voice, if he had not seen
with his eyes, that she was growing larger and larger. Her head
went up and up towards the stars; and as she grew, still trembling
through all her body, her hair also grew--longer and longer,
and lifted itself from her head, and went out in black waves.
The next moment, however, it fell back around her, and she grew less
and less till she was only a tall woman. Then she put her hands
behind her head, and gathered some of her hair, and began weaving
and knotting it together. When she had done, she bent down her
beautiful face close to his, and said--

"Diamond, I am afraid you would not keep hold of me, and if I
were to drop you, I don't know what might happen; so I have been
making a place for you in my hair. Come."

Diamond held out his arms, for with that grand face looking at him,
he believed like a baby. She took him in her hands, threw him over
her shoulder, and said, "Get in, Diamond."

And Diamond parted her hair with his hands, crept between, and feeling
about soon found the woven nest. It was just like a pocket,