168 At the Back of the North Wind
another voice called after young Diamond, which, in his turn, he had to obey, for it was that of his mother. " Diamond! Diamond!" it cried; and Diamond pulled the reins, and the horse stood still as a stone.
"Husband," said his mother, coming up, "you're never going to trust him with the reins—a baby like that?"
" He must learn some day, and he can't begin too soon. I see already he's a born coachman," said his father proudly. "And I don't see well how he could escape it, for my father and n~y grandfather, that's his great-grandfather, was all coachmen, I'm told; so it must come natural to him, any one would think. Besides, you see, old Diamond's as proud of him as we are our own selves, wife. Don't you see how he's turning round his ears, with the mouths of them open, for the first word he speaks to tumble in? He's too well bred to turn his head,, you know."
"Well, but, husband, I can't do without him to-day. Everything's got to be done, you know. It's my first day here. And there's that baby!"
" Bless you, wife! I never meant to take him away— only to the bottom of Endell Street. He can watch his way back."
"No, thank you, father; not to-day," said Diamond. " Mother wants me. Perhaps she'll let me go another day."
"Very well, my man," said his father, and took the reins which Diamond was holding out to him.
Diamond got down, a little disappointed of course, and went in with his mother, who was too pleased to