Do n't you remember the Sunday last summer when you ran away from Sunday School ? You told me then that being bad was n't worth while . What were you and Milty doing today ? '' `` Oh , we fished and chased the cat , and hunted for eggs , and yelled at the echo . There 's a great echo in the bush behind the Boulter barn . Say , what is echo , Anne ; I want to know . '' `` Echo is a beautiful nymph , Davy , living far away in the woods , and laughing at the world from among the hills . '' `` What does she look like ? '' `` Her hair and eyes are dark , but her neck and arms are white as snow . No mortal can ever see how fair she is . She is fleeter than a deer , and that mocking voice of hers is all we can know of her . You can hear her calling at night ; you can hear her laughing under the stars . But you can never see her . She flies afar if you follow her , and laughs at you always just over the next hill . '' `` Is that true , Anne ? Or is it a whopper ? '' demanded Davy staring . `` Davy , '' said Anne despairingly , `` have n't you sense enough to distinguish between a fairytale and a falsehood ? '' `` Then what is it that sasses back from the Boulter bush ? I want to know , '' insisted Davy .
`` When you are a little older , Davy , I 'll explain it all XXXXX you . ''
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