For, there was something coming in the echoes, something light, afar off, and scarcely audible yet, that stirred her heart too much.
Fluttering hopes and doubts-hopes, of a love as yet unknown to her: doubts, of her remaining upon earth, to enjoy that new delight-divided her breast.
Among the echoes then, there would arise the sound of footsteps at her own early grave; and thoughts of the husband who would be left so desolate, and who would mourn for her so much, swelled to her eyes, and broke like waves.
That time passed, and her little Lucie lay on her bosom.
Then, among the advancing echoes, there was the tread of her tiny feet and the sound of her prattling words.
Let greater echoes resound as they would, the young mother at the cradle side could always hear those coming.
They came, and the shady house was sunny with a child's laugh, and the Divine friend of children, to whom in her trouble she had confided hers, seemed to take her child in his arms, as He took the child of old, and made it a sacred joy to her.
Ever busily winding the golden thread that bound them all together, weaving the service of her happy influence through the tissue of all their lives, and making it predominate nowhere, Lucie heard in the echoes of years none but friendly and soothing sounds.
Her husband's step was strong and prosperous among them; her father's firm and equal.
Lo, Miss Pross, in harness of string, awakening the echoes, as an unruly charger, whip-corrected, snorting and pawing the earth under the plane-tree in the garden!