‘I want to know who you are, and why you can’t be seen and heard too.’
‘I don’t know.’
‘I must go now, if you won’t let me see you.’
‘Oh, don’t go!’
He stood irresolute; he was not one bit frightened, only he was aching to see her of the voice, and to know who she was. Then he asked:
‘Can’t I ever see you again?’
‘Oh, yes!’ said the voice, and it seemed to vibrate all around him, a dancing voice full of joy and hope.
He smiled with it, and then there was laughter all around him, moving here and there gaily.
‘I want to see you now.’
‘Then I can’t talk with you any more.’