that time passed, and her little lucie lay on her bosom. then, among the advancing echoes, there was the tread of her tiny feet and the sound of her prattling words. let greater echoes resound as they would, the young mother at the cradle side could always hear those coming. they came, and the shady house was sunny with a child's laugh, and the divine friend of children, to whom in her trouble she had confided hers, seemed to take her child in his arms, as he took the child of old, and made it a sacred joy to her.