"I will try to find a better one." She turned the leaves searching, but three times, with sudden puffs, the wind blew the leaves rustling back to the same verses.
"Do read that one," said Diamond, who seemed to be of the same mind as the wind.

"It sounded very nice.

I am sure it is a good one." So his mother thought it might amuse him, though she couldn't find any sense in it.

She never thought he might understand it, although she could not.
Now I do not exactly know what the mother read, but this is what Diamond heard, or thought afterwards that he had heard.

He was, however, as I have said, very sleepy.