would you get in the top of the tree,
For all your crying and grief?
Not a star would you clutch of all you see--
You could only gather a leaf.

But when you had lost your greedy grief
Content to see from afar,
You would find in your hand a withering leaf,
In your heart a shining star!

CHAPTER XI

ANOTHER VISIT FROM NORTH WIND

One night when he reached his own room, he opened both his windows, one
of which looked to the north and the other to the east, to find how the
wind blew. It blew right in at the north window. Diamond was glad for he
thought perhaps North Wind herself would come now. But as she always
came of herself and never when he was looking for her, and, indeed,
almost never when he was thinking of her, he shut the east window and
went to bed.

He awoke in the dim blue night. The moon had vanished from that side of
the house. He thought he heard a knocking at his door.

"Somebody wants me!" he said, and jumping out of bed ran to open the
door.

But there was no one there. He closed it again, and the noise still
going on, found that another door in the room was rattling. It belonged
to a closet he thought, but he had never been able to open it. The wind
blowing in at the window must be shaking it. He would go and see if that
was it.

The door now opened quite easily. To his surprise, instead of a closet
he found a long narrow room. The moon, which was sinking in the west,
shone in at an open window at the other end. This room had a low ceiling
and spread the whole length of the house close under the roof. It was
quite empty. The yellow light of the half moon streamed over the dark
floor.

He was so delighted to find this strange moonlit place close to his own
snug little room that he began to dance and skip about the floor. The
wind came in through the door he had left open. It blew about him as he
danced and he kept turning toward it that it might blow in his face.

He kept picturing to himself the many places, lovely and desolate, the
hill sides and farm yards and tree-tops and meadows, over which it had
blown on its way to "The Mound." As he danced he grew more and more
delighted with the motion and the wind. His feet grew stronger and his
body lighter. At length, it seemed as if he were borne up on the air and
could almost fly.

So strong did this feeling become that at last he began to doubt whether
he was n