Do go on with your story.

I think I like dreams even better than fairy tales.

But they must be nice ones, like yours, you know." "Well, I went on, keeping my back to the wind, until I came to a fine street on the top of a hill.

How it happened I don't know, but the front door of one of the houses was open, and not only the front door, but the back door as well, so that I could see right through the house--and what do you think I saw?
A garden place with green grass, and the moon shining upon it! Think of that! There was no moon in the street, but through the house there was the moon.

I looked and there was nobody near: I would not do any harm, and the grass was so much nicer than the mud! But I couldn't think of going on the grass with such dirty shoes: I kicked them off in the gutter, and ran in on my bare feet, up the steps, and through the house, and on to the grass; and the moment I came into the moonlight, I began to feel better." "That's why North Wind blew you there," said Diamond.
"It came of Mr.Raymond's story about Princess Daylight," returned Nanny.