They wandered on and on, sometimes sitting on a door-step,
but always turning into lanes or fields when they had a chance.

They found themselves at last on a rising ground that sloped rather
steeply on the other side. It was a waste kind of spot below,
bounded by an irregular wall, with a few doors in it. Outside lay
broken things in general, from garden rollers to flower-pots and
wine-bottles. But the moment they reached the brow of the rising ground,
a gust of wind seized them and blew them down hill as fast as they
could run. Nor could Diamond stop before he went bang against one
of the doors in the wall. To his dismay it burst open. When they
came to themselves they peeped in. It was the back door of a garden.

"Ah, ah!" cried Diamond, after staring for a few moments, "I thought so!
North Wind takes nobody in! Here I am in master's garden!
I tell you what, little girl, you just bore a hole in old Sal's wall,
and put your mouth to it, and say, "Please, North Wind, mayn't I go
out with you?" and then you'll see what'll come."

"I daresay I shall. But I'm out in the wind too often already
to want more of it."

"I said with the North Wind, not in it."

"It's all one."

"It's not all one."

"It is all one."