He had not the least idea that the wind got in at a chink in the wall and blew about him all night. But the back of his bed was of boards only an inch thick, and on the other side of them was the north wind. Now these boards were soft and crumbly, and it happened that a soft part in them had worn away. One night after he lay down, little Diamond found that a knot had come out of one of them and the wind was blowing in upon him. He jumped out of bed again, got a little wisp of hay, twisted it up and folded it in the middle. In this way, he made it into a cork and stuck it into the knot-hole to keep the wind out. But the wind began to blow loudly and angrily. Just as Diamond was falling asleep, out blew his hay cork and hit him on the nose! It was just hard enough to wake him up and let him hear the wind whistling through the hole. He searched about for his hay cork, found it, and stuck it in harder. He was just dropping off to sleep once more, when pop! with an angry whistle behind it, the cork struck him again, this time on the cheek. Up he rose once more, got some more hay to make a new cork, and stuck it into the hole as hard as ever he could. But he was scarcely laid down again, before pop! it came on his forehead. So he gave it up, drew the bed-clothes over his head, and was soon fast asleep. [Illustration: AGAINST THIS HE LAID HIS EAR, AND THEN HE HEARD THE VOICE QUITE DISTINCTLY] Next day, little Diamond forgot all about the hole. But his mother found it when she was making up his bed and pasted a piece of thick brown paper over it. So when Diamond snuggled down into his bed that night, he did not think of it at all. But before he dropped asleep, he heard a queer sound and lifted his head to listen. Was somebody talking to him? The wind was rising again and beginning to blow and whistle. Was it the wind? He moved about to find out who or what it was, and at last, happened to put his hand upon the knot-hole with the paper pasted over it. Against this he laid his ear and then he heard the voice quite distinctly. "What do you mean, little boy, by closing up my window?" "What window?" asked Diamond. "You stuffed hay into it three times last night! I had to blow it out again three times!" "You can't mean this little hole? It isn't a window. It is a hole in my bed." "I did not say _a_ window. I said it was _my_ window!" "But it can't be a window!" said Diamond. "Windows are holes to see out of." "Well, that is just what I made this window for." "But you are outside," answered Diamond. "You can't want a window." "You are quite mistaken. Windows are to see out of, you say. Well, I am in my house, and I want windows to see out of." "But you have made a window into my bed." "Well, your mother has three windows into my dancing hall, and you have three into my garret." "Dear me!" said Diamond. "Still you can hardly expect me to keep a window in my bed for you. Now, can you?" "Come!" said the voice. "You just open that window!"