“There are very few things good enough to be true,” said Diamond; “but I hope this is. Too good to be true it can't be. Isn't true good? and isn't good good? And how, then, can anything be too good to be true? That's like old Sal--to say that.” “Don't abuse Grannie, Diamond. She's a horrid old thing, she and her gin bottle; but she'll repent some day, and then you'll be glad not to have said anything against her.” “Why?” said Diamond. “Because you'll be sorry for her.” “I am sorry for her now.” “Very well. That's right. She'll be sorry too. And there'll be an end of it.” “All right. You come to us,” said Diamond. “Where was I?” said Nanny. “Telling me how the moon served the clouds.” “Yes. But it wouldn't do, all of it. Up came the clouds and the clouds, and they came faster and faster, until the moon was covered up. You couldn't expect her to throw off a hundred of them at once--could you?” “Certainly not,” said Diamond. “So it grew very dark; and a dog began to yelp in the house. I looked and saw that the door to the garden was shut. Presently it was opened--not to let me out, but to let the dog in--yelping and bounding. I thought if he caught sight of me, I was in for a biting first, and the police after. So I jumped up, and ran for a little summer-house in the corner of the garden. The dog came after me, but I shut the door in his face. It was well it had a door--wasn't it?” “You dreamed of the door because you wanted it,” said Diamond. “No, I didn't; it came of itself. It was there, in the true dream.” “There--I've caught you!” said Diamond. “I knew you believed in the dream as much as I do.” “Oh, well, if you will lay traps for a body!” said Nanny. “Anyhow, I was safe inside the summer-house. And what do you think?--There was the moon beginning to shine again--but only through one of the panes--and that one was just the colour of the ruby. Wasn't it funny?” “No, not a bit funny,” said Diamond. “If you will be contrary!” said Nanny. “No, no,” said Diamond; “I only meant that was the very pane I should have expected her to shine through.” “Oh, very well!” returned Nanny. What Diamond meant, I do not pretend to say. He had curious notions about things. “And now,” said Nanny, “I didn't know what to do, for the dog kept barking at the door, and I couldn't get out. But the moon was so beautiful that I couldn't keep from looking at it through the red pane. And as I looked it got larger and larger till it filled the whole pane and outgrew it, so that I could see it through the other panes; and it grew till it filled them too and the whole window, so that the summer-house was nearly as bright as day. “The dog stopped barking, and I heard a gentle tapping at the door, like the wind blowing a little branch against it.” “Just like her,” said Diamond, who thought everything strange and beautiful must be done by North Wind. “So I turned from the window and opened the door; and what do you think I saw?”