"Perhaps you will some day." "Perhaps I won't," said Nanny.
Diamond held his peace, and Nanny resumed her story.
"I lay a long time, and the moonlight got in at every tear in my clothes, and made me feel so happy----" "There, I tell you!" said Diamond.
"What do you tell me ?" returned Nanny.
"North Wind----" "It was the moonlight, I tell you," persisted Nanny, and again Diamond held his peace.
"All at once I felt that the moon was not shining so strong.

I looked up, and there was a cloud, all crapey and fluffy, trying to drown the beautiful creature.

But the moon was so round, just like a whole plate, that the cloud couldn't stick to her.

She shook it off, and said there and shone out clearer and brighter than ever.

But up came a thicker cloud,--and 'You shan't,' said the moon; and 'I will,' said the cloud,--but it couldn't: out shone the moon, quite laughing at its impudence.