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A Complete Illustrated children's fantasy book by George MacDonald.

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96 At the Back of the North Wind
Then Diamond knew that they could not be Apostles, talking like this. They could only be the sextons and vergers, and such-like, who got up at night, and put on the robes of deans and bishops, and called each other grand names, as the foolish servants he had heard his father tell of call themselves lords and ladies, after their masters and mistresses. And he was so angry at their daring to abuse North Wind, that he jumped up, crying—
"North Wind knows best what she is about. She has a good right to blow the cobwebs from your win­dows, for she was sent to do it. She sweeps them away from grander places, I can tell you, for I've been with her at it."
This was what he began to say, but as he spoke his eyes came wide open, and behold, there were neither Apostles nor vergers there—not even a win­dow with the effigies of holy men in it, but a dark heap of hay all about him, and the little panes in the roof of his loft glimmering blue in the light of the morning. Old Diamond was coming awake down be­low in the stable. In a moment more he was on his feet, and shaking himself so that young Diamond's bed trembled under him.
"He's grand at shaking himself," said Diamond. "I wish I could shake myself like that. But then 1 can wash myself, and he can't. What fun it would be to see Old Diamond washing his face with his hoofs and iron shoes! Wouldn't it be a picture?"
So saying, he got up and dressed himself. Then he went out into the garden. There must have been
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