The voice laughed.

"The law would have some trouble to catch me!" it said.

"But if it's not right, you know," said Diamond, "that's no matter.
You shouldn't do it."

"I am so tall I am above that law," said the voice.

"You must have a tall house, then," said Diamond.

"Yes; a tall house: the clouds are inside it."

"Dear me!" said Diamond, and thought a minute. "I think, then,
you can hardly expect me to keep a window in my bed for you.
Why don't you make a window into Mr. Dyves's bed?"

"Nobody makes a window into an ash-pit," said the voice, rather sadly.
"I like to see nice things out of my windows."

"But he must have a nicer bed than I have, though mine is very nice--
so nice that I couldn't wish a better."

"It's not the bed I care about: it's what is in it.--But you
just open that window."

"Well, mother says I shouldn't be disobliging; but it's rather hard.
You see the north wind will blow right in my face if I do."