more ! Sing another , little girl ! Please do ! ' And away they went again , piping and playing , till Tessa 's breath was gone , and Tommo 's stout fingers tingled well . ` Mamma says , come to the door ; it 's too muddy to throw the money into the street ! ' cried out a kindly child 's voice as Tessa held up the old cap , with beseeching eyes . Up the wide stone steps went the street musicians , and the whole flock came running down to give a handful of silver , and ask all sorts of questions . Tessa felt so grateful that , without waiting for Tommo , she sang her sweetest little song all alone . It was about a lost lamb , and her heart was in the song ; therefore she sang it well , so well that a pretty young lady came down to listen , and stood watching the bright-eyed girl , who looked about her as she sang , evidently enjoying the light and warmth of the fine hall , and the sight of the lovely children with their gay dresses , shining hair , and dainty little shoes . ` You have a charming voice , child . Who taught you to sing ? ' asked the young lady kindly . ` My mother . She is dead now ; but I do not forget , ' answered Tessa , in her pretty broken English . ' I wish she could sing at our tree , since Bella is ill , ' cried one of the children peeping through the banisters . ` She is not fair enough for the angel , and too large to go up in the tree . But she sings sweetly , and looks as if she would like to see a tree , ' said the young lady . ` Oh , so much ! ' exclaimed Tessa ; adding eagerly , ` my sister Ranza is small and pretty as a baby-angel . She could sit up in the fine tree , and I could sing for her from under the table . '
` Sit down and warm yourself , and tell me about XXXXX , ' said the kind elder sister , who liked the confiding little girl , in spite of her shabby clothes .
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