At last I saw my wife coming to me along the shore . When I saw her , I knew what I had feared and how great my fear had been . As she drew near , I saw that she had been crying ; her face was stained with tears , and her dark hair hung loose over her shoulders in little , glossy ringlets like a child 's . She seemed to be very tired , and at intervals she wrung her small hands together . She showed no surprise when she met me , but only held out her hands to me as if glad to see me . `` I followed him -- but I could not overtake him , '' she said with a sob . `` I did my best -- I hurried so ; but he was always a little way ahead . And then I lost him -- and so I came back . But I did my best -- indeed I did . And oh , I am so tired ! '' `` Josie , dearest , what do you mean , and where have you been ? '' I said , drawing her close to me . `` Why did you go out so -- alone in the night ? '' She looked at me wonderingly . `` How could I help it , David ? He called me . I had to go . '' `` WHO called you ? '' `` The child , '' she answered in a whisper . `` Our child , David -- our pretty boy .
I awakened XXXXX the darkness and heard him calling to me down on the shore .
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