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nothing of the whole affair。 She was too ill to know anything。
CHAPTER XXII
MR。 RAYMOND'S RIDDLE
MR。 RAYMOND took Diamond home with him； stopping at the Mews
to tell his mother that he would send him back soon。 Diamond ran
in with the message himself； and when he reappeared he had in his
hand the torn and crumpled book which North Wind had given him。
〃Ah！ I see；〃 said Mr。 Raymond： 〃you are going to claim your
sixpence now。〃
〃I wasn't thinking of that so much as of another thing；〃 said Diamond。
〃There's a rhyme in this book I can't quite understand。 I want you
to tell me what it means； if you please。〃
〃I will if I can；〃 answered Mr。 Raymond。 〃You shall read it to me
when we get home； and then I shall see。〃
Still with a good many blunders； Diamond did read it after a fashion。
Mr。 Raymond took the little book and read it over again。
Now Mr。 Raymond was a poet himself； and so； although he had never
been at the back of the north wind； he was able to understand the
poem pretty well。 But before saying anything about it； he read it
over aloud； and Diamond thought he understood it much better already。
〃I'll tell you what I think it means；〃 he then said。 〃It means
that people may have their way for a while； if they like； but it
will get them into such troubles they'll wish they hadn't had it。〃
〃I know； I know！〃 said Diamond。 〃Like the poor cabman next door。
He drinks too much。〃
〃Just so；〃 returned Mr。 Raymond。 〃But when people want to do right；
things about them will try to help them。 Only they must kill
the snake； you know。〃
〃I was sure the snake had something to do with it；〃
cried Diamond triumphantly。
A good deal more talk followed； and Mr。 Raymond gave Diamond
his sixpence。
〃What will you do with it？〃 he asked。
〃Take it home to my mother；〃 he answered。 〃She has a teapot
such a black one！with a broken spout； and she keeps all her money
in it。 It ain't much； but she saves it up to buy shoes for me。
And there's baby coming on famously； and he'll want shoes soon。
And every sixpence is somethingain't it； sir？〃
〃To be sure； my man。 I hope you'll always make as good a use
of your money。〃
〃I hope so； sir；〃 said Diamond。
〃And here's a book for you； full of pictures and stories and poems。
I wrote it myself； chiefly for the children of the hospital where
I hope Nanny is going。 I don't mean I printed it； you know。
I made it；〃 added Mr。 Raymond； wishing Diamond to understand that he
was the author of the book。
〃I know what you mean。 I make songs myself。 They're awfully silly；
but they please baby； and that's all they're meant for。〃
〃Couldn't you let me hear one of them now？〃 said Mr。 Raymond。
〃No； sir； I couldn't。 I forget them as soon as I've done with them。
Besides； I couldn't make a line without baby on my knee。 We make
them together； you know。 They're just as much baby's as mine。
It's he that pulls them out of me。〃
〃I suspect the child's a genius；〃 said the poet to himself；
〃and that's what makes people think him silly。〃
Now if any of my child readers want to know what a genius is
shall I try to tell them； or shall I not？ I will give them one
very short answer： it means one who understands things without
any other body telling him what they mean。 God makes a few such
now and then to teach the rest of us。
〃Do you like riddles？〃 asked Mr。 Raymond； turning over the leaves
of his own book。
〃I don't know what a riddle is；〃 said Diamond。
〃It's something that means something else； and you've got to find
out what the something else is。〃
Mr。 Raymond liked the old…fashioned riddle best； and had written a few
one of which he now read。
I have only one foot； but thousands of toes；
My one foot stands； but never goes。
I have many arms； and they're mighty all；
And hundreds of fingers； large and small。
From the ends of my fingers my beauty grows。
I breathe with my hair； and I drink with my toes。
I grow bigger and bigger about the waist；
And yet I am always very tight laced。
None e'er saw me eat I've no mouth to bite；
Yet I eat all day in the full sunlight。
In the summer with song I shave and quiver；
But in winter I fast and groan and shiver。
〃Do you know what that means； Diamond？〃 he asked； when he had finished。
〃No； indeed； I don't；〃 answered Diamond。
〃Then you can read it for yourself； and think over it； and see
if you can find out；〃 said Mr。 Raymond； giving him the book。
〃And now you had better go home to your mother。 When you've found
the riddle； you can come again。〃
If Diamond had had to find out the riddle in order to see
Mr。 Raymond again； I doubt if he would ever have seen him。
〃Oh then；〃 I think I hear some little reader say； 〃he could not have
been a genius； for a genius finds out things without being told。〃
I answer； 〃Genius finds out truths； not tricks。〃 And if you do
not understand that； I am afraid you must be content to wait till
you grow older and know more。
CHAPTER XXIII
THE EARLY BIRD
WHEN Diamond got home he found his father at home already； sitting by
the fire and looking rather miserable； for his head ached and he
felt sick。 He had been doing night work of late； and it had not agreed
with him； so he had given it up； but not in time； for he had taken
some kind of fever。 The next day he was forced to keep his bed；
and his wife nursed him； and Diamond attended to the baby。 If he
had not been ill； it would have been delightful to have him at home；
and the first day Diamond sang more songs than ever to the baby；
and his father listened with some pleasure。 But the next he could
not bear even Diamond's sweet voice； and was very ill indeed；
so Diamond took the baby into his own room； and had no end of quiet
games with him there。 If he did pull all his bedding on the floor；
it did not matter； for he kept baby very quiet； and made the bed
himself again； and slept in it with baby all the next night； and many
nights after。
But long before his father got well； his mother's savings were
all but gone。 She did not say a word about it in the hearing
of her husband； lest she should distress him； and one night；
when she could not help crying； she came into Diamond's room that
his father might not hear her。 She thought Diamond was asleep；
but he was not。 When he heard her sobbing； he was frightened；
and said
〃Is father worse； mother？〃
〃No； Diamond；〃 she answered； as well as she could； 〃he's a good
bit better。〃
〃Then what are you crying for； mother？〃
〃Because my money is almost all gone；〃 she replied。
〃O mammy； you make me think of a little poem baby and I learned
out of North Wind's book to…day。 Don't you remember how