She makes a hobby of collecting dolls all over the world , but I doubt if she has in her collection a doll that served to amuse a little girl four thousand years ago in the court of the Pharaohs . '' `` I think Joyce 's black doll is very ugly , '' said Chrissie . `` My wax doll with the yellow hair is ever so much prettier . '' `` My black doll is n't ugly , '' cried Little Joyce indignantly . She could endure to be called ugly herself , but she could not bear to have her darling black doll called ugly . In her excitement she upset her cup of tea over the tablecloth . Aunt Isabella looked angry , and Grandmother Marshall said sharply : `` Joyce , leave the table . You grow more awkward and careless every day . '' Little Joyce , on the verge of tears , crept away and went up the kitchen stairs to Denise to be comforted . But Denise herself had been crying . She lay on her little bed by the low window , where the glow of the sunset was coming in ; her hollow cheeks were scarlet with fever . `` Oh ! I want so much to hear Madame Laurin sing , '' she sobbed . `` I feel lak I could die easier if I hear her sing just one leetle song . She is Frenchwoman , too , and she sing all de ole French songs -- de ole songs my mudder sing long ` go . Oh ! I so want to hear Madame Laurin sing . '' `` But you ca n't , dear Denise , '' said Little Joyce very softly , stroking Denise 's hot forehead with her cool , slender hand . Little Joyce had very pretty hands , only nobody had ever noticed them . `` You are not strong enough to go to the concert .
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