Let me hear the sound of your voice, father." The judge tried to smile.
"Why, my dear girl, I--" Shirley threw her arms round his neck.
"Ah, yes, now I know it's you," she cried.
"Of course it is, Shirley, my dear girl.

Of course it is.

Who else should it be ?" "Yes, but it isn't the same," insisted Shirley.

"There is no ring to your voice.

It sounds hollow and empty, like an echo.