CHAPTER IV. NORTH WIND
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MacDonald, George
“And I know better. I'll box your ears,” said the girl.
Diamond got very angry. But he remembered that even if she did box his ears, he musn't box hers again, for she was a girl, and all that boys must do, if girls are rude, is to go away and leave them. So he went in at the door.
“Good-bye, mister” said the girl.
This brought Diamond to his senses.
“I'm sorry I was cross,” he said. “Come in, and my mother will give you some breakfast.”
“No, thank you. I must be off to my crossing. It's morning now.”
“I'm very sorry for you,” said Diamond.
“Well, it is a life to be tired of—what with old Sal, and so many holes in my shoes.”
“I wonder you're so good. I should kill myself.”
“Oh, no, you wouldn't! When I think of it, I always want to see what's coming next, and so I always wait till next is over. Well! I suppose there's somebody happy somewheres. But it ain't in them carriages. Oh my! how they do look sometimes—fit to bite your head off! Good-bye!”
She ran up the hill and disappeared behind it. Then Diamond shut the door as he best could, and ran through the kitchen-garden to the stable. And wasn't he glad to get into his own blessed bed again!