Identifier: atbackofnorthwin00macd (find matches)
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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d his father just getting out of bed. They had onlythe one room, besides the little one, not much more than acloset, in which Diamond slept. He began at once to setthings to rights, but the baby waking up, he took him, andnursed him till his mother had got the breakfast ready. Shewas looking gloomy, and his father was silent; and indeedexcept Diamond had done all he possibly could to keep outthe misery that was trying to get in at doors and windows, hetoo would have grown miserable, and then they would havebeen all miserable together. But to try to make others com-fortable is the only way to get right comfortable ourselves, andthat comes partly of not being able to think so much aboutourselves when we are helping other people. For oiu- Selveswill always do pretty well if we dont pay them too much at-tention. Our Selves are like some little children who will behappy enough so long as they are left to their own games, butwhen we begin to interfere with them, and make them presents (140)
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So Diamond sat down again and took the baby in his lap. AT THE BACK OF THE NORTH WIND of too iiice playthings, or too many sweet things, they begin atonce to fret and spoil. Why, Diamond, child! said his mother at last, *youre asgood to your mother as if you were a girl—nursing the baby,and toasting the bread, and sweeping up the hearth! I declarea body would think you had been among the fairies. Could Diamond have had greater praise or greater pleasure?You see when he forgot his Self his mother took care of hisSelf, and loved and praised his Self. Our own praises poisonour Selves, and puff and swell them up, till they lose all shapeand beauty, and become like great toadstools. But the praisesof father or mother do our Selves good, and comfort them andmake them beautiful. They never do them any harm. If theydo any harm, it comes of our mixing some of our own praiseswith them, and that turns them nasty and slimy and poisonous. When his father had finished his breakfast, which he didr

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