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Presently
,
however
,
he
lifted
his
head
and
listened
.
Who
could
that
be
talking
to
him
?
The
wind
was
rising
again
,
and
getting
very
loud
,
and
full
of
rushes
and
whistles
.
He
was
sure
some
one
was
talking
—
and
very
near
him
,
too
,
it
was
.
But
he
was
not
frightened
,
for
he
had
not
yet
learned
how
to
be
;
so
he
sat
up
and
hearkened
.
At
last
the
voice
,
which
,
though
quite
gentle
,
sounded
a
little
angry
,
appeared
to
come
from
the
back
of
the
bed
.
He
crept
nearer
to
it
,
and
laid
his
ear
against
the
wall
.
Then
he
heard
nothing
but
the
wind
,
which
sounded
very
loud
indeed
.
The
moment
,
however
,
that
he
moved
his
head
from
the
wall
,
he
heard
the
voice
again
,
close
to
his
ear
.
He
felt
about
with
his
hand
,
and
came
upon
the
piece
of
paper
his
mother
had
pasted
over
the
hole
.
Against
this
he
laid
his
ear
,
and
then
he
heard
the
voice
quite
distinctly
.
There
was
,
in
fact
,
a
little
corner
of
the
paper
loose
,
and
through
that
,
as
from
a
mouth
in
the
wall
,
the
voice
came
.
“
What
do
you
mean
,
little
boy
—
closing
up
my
window
?
”
“
What
window
?
”
asked
Diamond
.
“
You
stuffed
hay
into
it
three
times
last
night
.
I
had
to
blow
it
out
again
three
times
.
”
“
You
can
’
t
mean
this
little
hole
!
It
isn
’
t
a
window
;
it
’
s
a
hole
in
my
bed
.
”
“
I
did
not
say
it
was
a
window
:
I
said
it
was
my
window
.
”
“
But
it
can
’
t
be
a
window
,
because
windows
are
holes
to
see
out
of
.
”
“
Well
,
that
’
s
just
what
I
made
this
window
for
.
”
“
But
you
are
outside
:
you
can
’
t
want
a
window
.
”
