Little Joyce crept up to the kitchen chamber . Denise was lying in an uneasy sleep , with tear stains on her face . Then Little Joyce tiptoed down and sped away to the hotel . She did not know just what she would say or do when she got there , but she thought hard all the way to the end of the shore road . When she came out to the shore , a lady was sitting alone on a big rock -- a lady with a dark , beautiful face and wonderful eyes . Little Joyce stopped before her and looked at her meditatively . Perhaps it would be well to ask advice of this lady . `` If you please , '' said Little Joyce , who was never shy with strangers , for whose opinion she did n't care at all , `` I want to see Madame Laurin at the hotel and ask her to do me a very great favour . Will you tell me the best way to go about seeing her ? I shall be much obliged to you . '' `` What is the favour you want to ask of Madame Laurin ? '' inquired the lady , smiling . `` I want to ask her if she will come and sing for Denise before she dies -- before Denise dies , I mean . Denise is our French girl , and the doctor says she can not live very long , and she wishes with all her heart to hear Madame Laurin sing . It is very bitter , you know , to be dying and want something very much and not be able to get it . '' `` Do you think Madame Laurin will go ? '' asked the lady . `` I do n't know . I am going to offer her my little black doll . If she will not come for that , there is nothing else I can do . ''
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