I groped my way noiselessly in the dark to Max's bed and aroused him.

Placing my hand over his mouth to insure silence, I whispered:-- "Listen!" He rested on his elbow, and we waited.

After a few seconds the voice again resounded through the room, soft as a murmured ave, distinct as the notes of a bird.

Max clutched my hand.

Soon the voice came again, and we heard the words:-- "Little Max, do you hear?
Answer softly." "I hear," responded Max.
There was an uncanny note in the music of the voice.