"I know it," agreed Nancy, "but perhaps she'll come some time when we are out, and then we won't have to amuse her."
"I'm sure I ought not to say it, but I do wish it would happen that way," said Dorothy.
They had reached the birches, and they paused to wake the echo. What fun it was to hear their shouts repeated.
Again and again they called, and then a droll thing happened. They had called this name and that, and each time the echo, like a voice from the mountain, had repeated it with wonderful distinctness. Then Dorothy, leaning forward, called, loudly:
"Dorothy!"
"What?" came the reply.
She turned, and looked at Nancy. "Dorothy!" she cried, again.
"Dainty!" was the answer, and upon looking toward a little path that was nearly opposite where they were standing, they saw the low bushes move, and faintly they heard a smothered laugh.
"Boys!" she cried, and back came the laughing echo: