"I do. You can't say it's polite to lie there talking--with your head under the bed-clothes, and never look up to see what kind of person you are talking to.--I want you to come out with me.""I want to go to sleep," said Diamond, very nearly crying, for he did not like to be scolded, even when he deserved it.
"You shall sleep all the better to-morrow night.""Besides," said Diamond, "you are out in Mr. Dyves's garden, and I can't get there. I can only get into our own yard.""Will you take your head out of the bed-clothes?" said the voice, just a little angrily.
"No!" answered Diamond, half peevish, half frightened.
The instant he said the word, a tremendous blast of wind crashed in a board of the wall, and swept the clothes off Diamond.
He started up in terror. Leaning over him was the large, beautiful, pale face of a woman. Her dark eyes looked a little angry, for they had just begun to flash; but a quivering in her sweet upper lip made her look as if she were going to cry. What was the most strange was that away from her head streamed out her black hair in every direction, so that the darkness in the hay-loft looked as if it were made of her, hair but as Diamond gazed at her in speechless amazement, mingled with confidence--for the boy was entranced with her mighty beauty--her hair began to gather itself out of the darkness, and fell down all about her again, till her face looked out of the midst of it like a moon out of a cloud.
From her eyes came all the light by which Diamond saw her face and her, hair; and that was all he did see of her yet. The wind was over and gone.
"Will you go with me now, you little Diamond? I am sorry I was forced to be so rough with you," said the lady.
"I will; yes, I will," answered Diamond, holding out both his arms.
"But," he added, dropping them, "how shall I get my clothes?
They are in mother's room, and the door is locked.""Oh, never mind your clothes. You will not be cold. I shall take care of that. Nobody is cold with the north wind.""I thought everybody was," said Diamond.
"That is a great mistake. Most people make it, however. They are cold because they are not with the north wind, but without it."If Diamond had been a little older, and had supposed himself a good deal wiser, he would have thought the lady was joking.
But he was not older, and did not fancy himself wiser, and therefore understood her well enough. Again he stretched out his arms.
The lady's face drew back a little.
"Follow me, Diamond," she said.
"Yes," said Diamond, only a little ruefully.
"You're not afraid?" said the North Wind.
"No, ma'am; but mother never would let me go without shoes:
she never said anything about clothes, so I dare say she wouldn't mind that.""I know your mother very well," said the lady. "She is a good woman.
I have visited her often. I was with her when you were born.
I saw her laugh and cry both at once. I love your mother, Diamond.""How was it you did not know my name, then, ma'am? Please am Ito say ma'am to you, ma'am?"
"One question at a time, dear boy. I knew your name quite well, but I wanted to hear what you would say for it. Don't you remember that day when the man was finding fault with your name--how I blew the window in?""Yes, yes," answered Diamond, eagerly. "Our window opens like a door, right over the coach-house door. And the wind--you, ma'am--came in, and blew the Bible out of the man's hands, and the leaves went all flutter, flutter on the floor, and my mother picked it up and gave it back to him open, and there----""Was your name in the Bible--the sixth stone in the high priest's breastplate.""Oh!--a stone, was it?" said Diamond. "I thought it had been a horse--I did."
"Never mind. A horse is better than a stone any day. Well, you see, I know all about you and your mother.""Yes. I will go with you."
"Now for the next question: you're not to call me ma'am. You must call me just my own name--respectfully, you know--just North Wind.""Well, please, North Wind, you are so beautiful, I am quite ready to go with you.""You must not be ready to go with everything beautiful all at once, Diamond.""But what's beautiful can't be bad. You're not bad, North Wind?""No; I'm not bad. But sometimes beautiful things grow bad by doing bad, and it takes some time for their badness to spoil their beauty.
So little boys may be mistaken if they go after things because they are beautiful.""Well, I will go with you because you are beautiful and good, too.""Ah, but there's another thing, Diamond:--What if I should look ugly without being bad--look ugly myself because I am making ugly things beautiful?--What then?""I don't quite understand you, North Wind. You tell me what then.""Well, I will tell you. If you see me with my face all black, don't be frightened. If you see me flapping wings like a bat's, as big as the whole sky, don't be frightened. If you hear me raging ten times worse than Mrs. Bill, the blacksmith's wife--even if you see me looking in at people's windows like Mrs. Eve Dropper, the gardener's wife--you must believe that I am doing my work. Nay, Diamond, if I change into a serpent or a tiger, you must not let go your hold of me, for my hand will never change in yours if you keep a good hold.
If you keep a hold, you will know who I am all the time, even when you look at me and can't see me the least like the North Wind.
I may look something very awful. Do you understand?""Quite well," said little Diamond.
"Come along, then," said North Wind, and disappeared behind the mountain of hay.
Diamond crept out of bed and followed her.
