From her eyes came all the light by which Diamond saw her face and her, hair; and that was all he did see of her yet.

The wind was over and gone.
"Will you go with me now, you little Diamond?
I am sorry I was forced to be so rough with you," said the lady.
"I will; yes, I will," answered Diamond, holding out both his arms.
"But," he added, dropping them, "how shall I get my clothes?
They are in mother's room, and the door is locked." "Oh, never mind your clothes.

You will not be cold.

I shall take care of that.

Nobody is cold with the north wind." "I thought everybody was," said Diamond.
"That is a great mistake.