North Wind stepped back a step, and at once towered in stature to the height of the houses.

A chimney-pot clashed at Diamond's feet.

He turned in terror, but it was to look for the little girl, and when he turned again the lady had vanished, and the wind was roaring along the street as if it had been the bed of an invisible torrent.

The little girl was scudding before the blast, her hair flying too, and behind her she dragged her broom.

Her little legs were going as fast as ever they could to keep her from falling.