arrow gallery till at last they reached a much broader stairway
leading on down and down until at length, it led them down into the
church itself.

There he felt himself clasped in the arms of North Wind who held him
close and kissed him on the forehead. The next moment, she was gone, and
Diamond heard a moaning about the church which grew and grew to a
roaring. The storm was up again and he knew that North Wind's hair was
flying.

The church was dark. Only a little light came through the windows which
were almost all of that precious old stained glass so much lovelier than
the new. There was not enough light in the stars to show the colors in
them. Diamond began to feel his way about the place, and for a little
while went wandering up and down. His pattering foot-steps waked soft
answering echoes in the stone house. It was as if the great cathedral
somehow knew that his little self was there and went on giving back an
answer to every step he took.

At last, he gave a great sigh and said, "I am _so_ tired!" He did not
hear the gentle echo which answered from far away over his head. For at
that moment, he came against the lowest of a few steps that stretched
across the church, and fell down and hurt his arm. He cried a little at
first, and then crawled up the steps on his hands and knees. At the top,
he came to a little bit of carpet on which he lay down. And there he lay
staring at the dull windows that rose nearly a hundred feet above his
head.

The moon was at that moment just on the edge of the horizon. And lo!
with the moon, lovely figures began to dawn in the windows. He lay and
looked at them backward over his head, wondering if they would come
down. He heard a low, soft murmuring as if they were talking to
themselves about him. But his eyes grew tired, and more and more tired.
His eyelids grew so heavy that they _would_ keep tumbling down over his
eyes. He kept lifting them and lifting them. But every time, they were
heavier than the last. It was no use! They were too much for him.
Sometimes before he got them half way up, down they went again. At
length, he gave it up quite, and the moment he gave it up, he was fast
asleep!

When his eyes came wide open again, there were no lovely figures--or
even windows--but a dark heap of hay all about him. The small panes in
the roof of his loft were glimmering blue in the light of the morning.
Old Diamond was coming awake down below in the stable. In a moment more
he