"Climb up."
"Yes; but can I get through the vines?"
"Through the vines."
"It is very high, but I can try it."
"Try it, try it," answered the voice so clearly that May could not doubt what to do.
"Well, if I'm brave I shall be helped."
"Be helped," answered Echo.
"Now I'm coming, and I hope I shall find you, sweet Echo."
"Find sweet Echo," sung the voice; and when May laughed, a softer laugh answered her so gayly that she forgot her fear in eagerness to see this new friend, hiding above the waterfall.
Up she went, and as if fairy hands cleared the way for her, the tangled vines made a green ladder for her feet, while every time she stopped for breath and called, as she peeped into the shadowy nooks or looked at the dashing water, "Are you here?" the mocking voice always answered from above,—