Why couldn't I live in the sunset instead of in that dirt?
Why was it so far away always?
Why did it never come into our wretched street?
It faded away, as the sunsets always do, and at last went out altogether.

Then a cold wind began to blow, and flutter all my rags about----" "That was North Wind herself," said Diamond.
"Eh ?" said Nanny, and went on with her story.
"I turned my back to it, and wandered away.

I did not know where I was going, only it was warmer to go that way.

I don't think it was a north wind, for I found myself in the west end at last.

But it doesn't matter in a dream which wind it was." "I don't know that," said Diamond.