The lamps flickered and flared again, but nobody seemed to want them.
Suddenly Diamond espied a little girl coming along a street.

She was dreadfully blown by the wind, and a broom she was trailing behind her was very troublesome.

It seemed as if the wind had a spite at her--it kept worrying her like a wild beast, and tearing at her rags.

She was so lonely there! "Oh! please, North Wind," he cried, "won't you help that little girl ?" "No, Diamond; I mustn't leave my work." "But why shouldn't you be kind to her ?" "I am kind to her.

I am sweeping the wicked smells away." "But you're kinder to me, dear North Wind.