CHAPTER XIV[ToC]
SKY BLOSSOMS
avid had learned a trick of loudly clacking his heels upon the walk to make it seem that he was no longer a little boy. With the picture held firmly in his hands he went strutting proudly at Mother's side when they fared forth this early morning for the Doctor's house.
The street was very still and smelled of yesterday's rain. In the moist hush and semi-darkness which precedes the dawn, the buildings were all silent and buried in mystery, and they gave back a distinct replication of David's footstep. In response to his question as to what other little boy was out of bed so early, Mother answered:—
"That is no one, David. What you hear is an echo."
"Why can't I see Echo?"
"One never does see him."
"Is he a fairy?"
"Rather."