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“
The
boat
is
a
boat
,
”
said
Diamond
.
“
Can
’
t
you
spell
?
”
asked
North
Wind
.
“
Not
very
well
.
”
“
So
I
see
.
A
poet
is
not
a
bo
-
at
,
as
you
call
it
.
A
poet
is
a
man
who
is
glad
of
something
,
and
tries
to
make
other
people
glad
of
it
too
.
”
“
Ah
!
now
I
know
.
Like
the
man
in
the
sweety
-
shop
.
”
“
Not
very
.
But
I
see
it
is
no
use
.
I
wasn
’
t
sent
to
tell
you
,
and
so
I
can
’
t
tell
you
.
I
must
be
off
.
Only
first
just
look
at
the
man
.
”
“
He
’
s
not
much
of
a
rower
”
said
Diamond
—
“
paddling
first
with
one
fin
and
then
with
the
other
.
”
“
Now
look
here
!
”
said
North
Wind
.
And
she
flashed
like
a
dragon
-
fly
across
the
water
,
whose
surface
rippled
and
puckered
as
she
passed
.
The
next
moment
the
man
in
the
boat
glanced
about
him
,
and
bent
to
his
oars
.
The
boat
flew
over
the
rippling
water
.
Man
and
boat
and
river
were
awake
.
The
same
instant
almost
,
North
Wind
perched
again
upon
the
river
wall
.
“
How
did
you
do
that
?
”
asked
Diamond
.
