"He-a! he-a! he-a!" she shouted shrilly and sweetly; and back to her came the prompt echo:
"'E-a! 'e-a! 'e-a!"
"See! he's there yet," she cried, turning to Janice. "Come up here, Janice, and see if he'll answer you. Mr. Haley says there are echoes everywhere; but I don't believe there is a single one as nice as mine."
Janice came, laughing. "What shall I say to your friend?" she asked.
"Oh! you must not call what I do, of course. You shout somebody's name—somebody you love," the child advised.
Instantly Janice opened her lips and expelled toward the wooded point: "Nelson!"
"'Elson!" shot back the echo.
"Of course," cried Lottie, dancing up and down in her satisfaction. "He knows Mr. Haley. But shout somebody's name he doesn't know."
"Here comes Mr. Thomas Drew's sloop, Lottie," Janice said as the big sailing vessel on which she had several times sailed on fishing excursions shot into the cove before a favoring wind.
"Oh! how pretty!" cried the little girl. "And what a big sail. He's going to drop anchor where he usually does—see!"