And, mind, the wind will get a hold of you, too." "Don't you want me to help her, North Wind ?" "Not without having some idea what will happen.

If you break down and cry, that won't be much of a help to her, and it will make a goose of little Diamond." "I want to go," said Diamond.

"Only there's just one thing--how am I to get home ?" "If you're anxious about that, perhaps you had better go with me.

I am bound to take you home again, if you do." "There!" cried Diamond, who was still looking after the little girl.
"I'm sure the wind will blow her over, and perhaps kill her.

Do let me go." They had been sweeping more slowly along the line of the street.