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

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The Prospect Brightens             337
Feet, whence did you come, you darling things? From the same box as the cherubs' wings.
How did they all just come to be you? God thought about me, and so I grew.
But how did you come to us, you dear? God thought about you, and so I am here.
" You never made that song, Diamond," said his mother.
"No, mother. I wish I had. No, I don't. That would be to take it from somebody else. But it's mine for all that."
" What makes it yours?"
" I love it so."
" Does loving a thing make it yours?"
"I think so, mother—at least more than anything else can. If I didn't love baby (which couldn't be, you know), she wouldn't be mine a bit. But I do love baby, and baby is my very own Dulcimer."
" The baby's mine, Diamond."
"That makes her the more mine, mother."
" How do you make that out?"
" Because you're mine, mother."
" Is that because you love me?"
" Yes, just because. Love makes the only myness," said Diamond.
When his father came home to have his dinner, and change Diamond for Ruby, they saw him look very sad, and he told them he had not had a fare worth mentioning the whole morning.
" We shall all have to go to the workhouse, wife," he said.
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