"'I love it,'" said the Fairy Voice, repeating what he well remembered, "'for the many times I have heard it, and the many thoughts its harmless music has given me.'"
"She said so!" cried the Carrier. "True!"
"'This has been a happy Home, John; and I love the Cricket for its sake!'"
"It has been, Heaven knows," returned the Carrier. "She made it happy, always,—until now."
"So gracefully sweet-tempered; so domestic, joyful, busy, and light-hearted!" said the Voice.
"Otherwise I never could have loved her as I did," returned the Carrier.
The Voice, correcting him, said "do."
The Carrier repeated "as I did." But not firmly. His faltering tongue resisted his control , and would speak in its own way, for itself and him.
The Figure, in an attitude of invocation, raised its hand and said:
"Upon your own hearth"—