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The Seaside 151
" Why, the river. That's almost the very tune it used to sing."
His mother was frightened, for she thought the fever was coming on again. So she did not contradict him.
" Who made that poem?" asked Diamond.
" I don't know," she answered. "Some silly woman for her children, I suppose—and then thought it good enough to print."
"She must have been at the back of the north wind some time or other, anyhow," said Diamond. "She couldn't have got a hold of it anywhere else. That's just how it went." And he began to chant bits of it here and there; but his mother said nothing for fear of making him worse; and she was very glad indeed when she saw her brother-in-law jogging along in his little cart. They lifted Diamond in, and got up themselves, and away they went, "home again, home again, home again," as Diamond sang. But he soon grew quiet, and before they reached Sandwich he was fast asleep and dreaming of the country at the back of the north wind. |
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