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Title: At the back of the North Wind
Year: 1919 (1910s)
Authors: MacDonald, George, 1824-1905 Smith, Jessie Willcox, 1863-1935, ill
Subjects: Fairy tales
Publisher: Philadelphia : D. McKay
Contributing Library: New York Public Library
Digitizing Sponsor: MSN

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t you make a window into Mr.Dyvess bed.^ Nobody makes a window into an ash-pit, said the voice,rather sadly. I like to see nice things out of my windows. But he must have a nicer bed than I have, though mineis very nice—so nice that I couldnt wish a better. Its not the bed I care about: its what is in it. Butyou just open that window. Well, mother says I shouldnt be disobliging; but itsrather hard. You see the north wind will blow right in myface if I do. I am the North Wind. 0-o-oh! said Diamond, thoughtfully. Then will youpromise not to blow on my face if I open your window.^ I cant promise that. But youll give me the toothache. Mothers got italready. But whats to become of me without a window.^ Im sure I dont know. All I say is, it will be worse forme than for you. No; it will not. You shall not be the worse for it—Ipromise you that. You will be much the better for it. Justyou believe what I say, and do as I tell you. Well, I can pull the clothes over my head, said Diamond,(14)
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Against this he laid his ear, and then he heard the voicequite distinctly. AT THE BACK OF THE NORTH WIND and feeling with his little sharp nails, he got hold of the openedge of the paper and tore it off at once. In came a long whistling spear of cold, and struck hislittle naked chest. He scrambled and tumbled in under thebed-clothes, and covered himself up: there was no paper nowbetween him and the voice, and he felt a little—not fright-ened exactly—I told you he had not learned that yet—butrather queer; for what a strange person this North Windmust be that lived in the great house—called Out-of-Doors,I suppose, thought Diamond—and made windows intopeoples beds! But the voice began again; and he couldhear it quite plainly, even with his head under the bed-clothes. It was a still more gentle voice now, although sixtimes as large and loud as it had been, and he thought itsounded a little like his mothers. What is your name, little boy.^^ it asked. Diamond, answered Diamond, un

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