Tuesday, October 30, 2012

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The church was dark. Only a little light came through the windows which were almost all of that precious old stained glass so much lovelier than the new. There was not enough light in the stars to show the colors in them. Diamond began to feel his way about the place, and for a little while went wandering up and down. His pattering foot-steps waked soft answering echoes in the stone house. It was as if the great cathedral somehow knew that his little self was there and went on giving back an answer to every step he took.
At last, he gave a great sigh and said, “I am so tired!” He did not hear the gentle echo which answered from far away over his head. For at that moment, he came against the lowest of a few steps that stretched across the church, and fell down and hurt his arm. He cried a little at first, and then crawled up the steps on his hands and knees. At the top, he came to a little bit of carpet on which he lay down. And there he lay staring at the dull windows that rose nearly a hundred feet above his head.
The moon was at that moment just on the edge of the horizon. And lo! with the moon, lovely figures began to dawn in the windows. He lay and looked at them backward over his head, wondering if they would come down. He heard a low, soft murmuring as if they were talking to themselves about him. But his eyes grew tired, and more and more tired. His eyelids grew so heavy that they would keep tumbling down over his eyes. He kept lifting them and lifting them. But every time, they were heavier than the last. It was no use! They were too much for him. Sometimes before he got them half way up, down they went again. At length, he gave it up quite, and the moment he gave it up, he was fast asleep!
When his eyes came wide open again, there were no lovely figures — or even windows — but a dark heap of hay all about him. The small panes in the roof of his loft were glimmering blue in the light of the morning. Old Diamond was coming awake down below in the stable. In a moment more he was on his feet and shaking himself so that young Diamond’s bed trembled under him.
“He is grand at shaking himself!” said Diamond. “I wish I could shake myself like that. But then I can wash myself and he can’t. What fun it would be to see old Diamond washing his face with his hoofs and iron shoes! Wouldn’t it be a picture!”
He dressed himself quickly and ran out. Down the stairs he went and through the little door out upon the lawn of Mr. Coleman’s house next door. He wanted to see how things looked since last night. There was the little summer-house with the tulip bed before it where he had been sitting the evening before, crushed to the ground! Over it lay the great elm tree which the wind had broken across! As he stood looking at it, a gentleman who was staying at the Coleman house came out upon the lawn.
“Dear me!” said the gentleman. “There has been terrible work here! This is the North Wind’s doing! What a pity! I wish we lived at the back of it, I am sure!”
“Where is that, sir?” asked Diamond.
“Away in the Hyperborean regions,” answered the gentleman. He smiled for he knew well enough that Diamond would not understand that big word which means the country away in the far, far north.

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