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
Chapter 10 “Rest thee at home, Patrasche—it is time thou didst rest—and I can quite well push in the cart by myself,” urged Nello many a morning; but Patrasche, who understood him aright, would no more have consented to stay at home than a veteran soldier to shirk when the charge was sounding; and every
Chapter 9 Now he had a secret which only Patrasche knew. There was a little out-house to the hut, which no one entered but himself—a dreary place, but with abundant clear light from the north. Here he had fashioned himself rudely an easel in rough lumber, and here on a great gray sea of stretched
Chapter 8 But he did not complain; it was his habit to be quiet; old Jehan Daas had said ever to him, “We are poor; we must take what God sends—the ill with the good; the poor cannot choose.”To which the boy had always listened in silence, being reverent of his old grandfather; but nevertheless
Chapter 7 One day her father, Baas Cogez, a good man, but somewhat stern, came on a pretty group in the long meadow behind the mill, where the aftermath had that day been cut. It was his little daughter sitting amidst the hay, with the great tawny head of Patrasche on her lap, and many
Chapter 6 The whole soul of the little Ardennois thrilled and stirred with an absorbing passion for Art. Going on his ways through the old city in the early days before the sun or the people had risen, Nello, who looked only a little peasant-boy, with a great dog drawing milk to sell from door
Chapter 5 There was only one thing which caused Patrasche any uneasiness in his life, and it was this. Antwerp, as all the world knows, is full at every turn of old piles of stones, dark and ancient and majestic, standing in crooked courts, jammed against gateways and taverns, rising by the water’s edge, with
Chapter 4 A few years later, old Jehan Daas, who had always been a cripple, became so paralyzed with rheumatism that it was impossible for him to go out with the cart any more. Then little Nello, being now grown to his sixth year of age, and knowing the town well from having accompanied his
Once, there was a nightingale in a cage. It used to sing only during night hours.An owl, who heard it singing in the night, was very much surprised and enquired about the reason behind it.“I was entrapped during the daytime while singing,” explained the nightingale, “Thus, I took a lesson from that incident and learnt