Chapter-11 I did my very best to gain the friendship of Diamond. Nor did I find this at all difficult, the child was so ready to trust. Upon one subject alone was he reticent—the story of his relations with North Wind. I fancy he could not quite make up his mind what to think of […]
Chapter-10 Mr. Raymond’s house was called The Mound, because it stood upon a little steep knoll, so smooth and symmetrical that it showed itself at once to be artificial. It had, beyond doubt, been built for Queen Elizabeth as a hunting tower—a place, namely, from the top of which you could see the country for
Chapter-9 Before the end of the month, Ruby had got respectably thin, and Diamond respectably stout. They really began to look fit for double harness.Joseph and his wife got their affairs in order, and everything ready for migrating at the shortest notice; and they felt so peaceful and happy that they judged all the trouble
Chapter-8 The next morning, Diamond’s mother said to his father, “I’m not quite comfortable about that child again.”“Which child, Martha?” asked Joseph. “You’ve got a choice now.”“Well, Diamond I mean. I’m afraid he’s getting into his queer ways again. He’s been at his old trick of walking in his sleep. I saw him run up
Chapter-7 It was Friday night, and Diamond, like the rest of the household, had had very little to eat that day. The mother would always pay the week’s rent before she laid out anything even on food. His father had been very gloomy—so gloomy that he had actually been cross to his wife. It is
Chapter-6 One day when old Diamond was standing with his nose in his bag between Pall Mall and Cockspur Street, and his master was reading the newspaper on the box of his cab, which was the last of a good many in the row, little Diamond got down for a run, for his legs were
Chapter-5 A few nights later, Diamond woke up suddenly, believing he heard North Wind thundering along. But it was something quite different. South Wind was moaning round the chimneys, to be sure, for she was not very happy that night, but it was not her voice that had wakened Diamond. Her voice would only have
Chapter-4 In the coming weeks Diamond recovered so fast, that in a few days he was quite able to go home as soon as his father had a place for them to go. Now his father having saved a little money, and finding that no situation offered itself, had been thinking over a new plan.
Chapter 3 Now Diamond had made friends with North Wind who would daily make him ride on her back and take him around the city for an adventurous journey. One morning, North Wind came to Diamond’s house.As they flew, so fast they went that the sea slid away from under them like a great web
Chapter 2 And as she stood looking towards London, Diamond saw that she was trembling.“Are you cold, North Wind?” he asked.“No, Diamond,” she answered, looking down upon him with a smile; “I am only getting ready to sweep one of my rooms. Those careless, greedy, untidy children make it in such a mess.”As she spoke
Chapter 1 Long, long ago, there lived a coachman. He was very kind and gentle. He had a horse named Diamond. He and his wife were very happy to have that horse. But they had no son. After a very long time the couple was blessed with a baby-boy. The coachman was extremely elated. He
Chapter 14 “He is gone to the things that he loved,” thought Patrasche. He could not understand, but he was full of sorrow and of pity for the art-passion that to him was so incomprehensible and yet so sacred.The portals of the cathedral were unclosed after the midnight mass. Some heedlessness in the custodians, too
Chapter 13 Her father bent his head gravely, “Ay, ay: let the dog have the best;” for the stern old man was moved and shaken to his heart’s depths.It was Christmas Eve, and the mill-house was filled with oak logs and squares of turf, with cream and honey, with meat and bread, and the rafters
Chapter 12 All night long the boy and the dog sat by the fireless hearth in the darkness, drawn close together for warmth and sorrow. Their bodies were insensible to the cold, but their hearts seemed frozen in them.When the morning broke over the white, chill earth it was the morning of Christmas Eve. With
Chapter 11 Still, to a boy not quite sixteen, and who had dwelt in one little world all his short life, and in his childhood had been caressed and applauded on all sides, it was a hard trial to have the whole of that little world turn against him for naught. Especially hard in that