“Yes,” said North Wind. “The people who think lies, and do lies, are very likely to dream lies. But the people who love what is true will surely now and then dream true things. But then something depends on whether the dreams are home-grown, or whether the seed of them is blown over somebody else's garden-wall. Ah! there's some one awake in this house!” They were floating past a window in which a light was burning. Diamond heard a moan, and looked up anxiously in North Wind's face. “It's a lady,” said North Wind. “She can't sleep for pain.” “Couldn't you do something for her?” said Diamond. “No, I can't. But you could.” “What could I do?” “Sing a little song to her.” “She wouldn't hear me.” “I will take you in, and then she will hear you.” “But that would be rude, wouldn't it? You can go where you please, of course, but I should have no business in her room.” “You may trust me, Diamond. I shall take as good care of the lady as of you. The window is open. Come.” By a shaded lamp, a lady was seated in a white wrapper, trying to read, but moaning every minute. North Wind floated behind her chair, set Diamond down, and told him to sing something. He was a little frightened, but he thought a while, and then sang:-- The sun is gone down, And the moon's in the sky; But the sun will come up, And the moon be laid by. The flower is asleep But it is not dead; When the morning shines, It will lift its head. When winter comes, It will die--no, no; It will only hide From the frost and the snow. Sure is the summer, Sure is the sun; The night and the winter Are shadows that run. The lady never lifted her eyes from her book, or her head from her hand. As soon as Diamond had finished, North Wind lifted him and carried him away. “Didn't the lady hear me?” asked Diamond when they were once more floating down the river. “Oh, yes, she heard you,” answered North Wind. “Was she frightened then?” “Oh, no.” “Why didn't she look to see who it was?” “She didn't know you were there.” “How could she hear me then?” “She didn't hear you with her ears.” “What did she hear me with?” “With her heart.” “Where did she think the words came from?” “She thought they came out of the book she was reading. She will search all through it to-morrow to find them, and won't be able to understand it at all.” “Oh, what fun!” said Diamond. “What will she do?” “I can tell you what she won't do: she'll never forget the meaning of them; and she'll never be able to remember the words of them.” “If she sees them in Mr. Raymond's book, it will puzzle her, won't it?” “Yes, that it will. She will never be able to understand it.” “Until she gets to the back of the north wind,” suggested Diamond. “Until she gets to the back of the north wind,” assented the lady.