I love music so much , Madame . Leetle Joyce , she sing to me often and often -- she sing sweet , but not lak you -- oh , not lak you . '' `` Little Joyce must sing for me , '' said Madame , smiling , as she sat down by the window . `` I always like to hear fresh , childish voices . Will you , Little Joyce ? '' `` Oh , yes . '' Little Joyce was quite unembarrassed and perfectly willing to do anything she could for this wonderful woman who had brought that look to Denise 's face . `` I will sing as well as I can for you . Of course , I ca n't sing very well and I do n't know anything but hymns . I always sing hymns for Denise , although she is a Catholic and the hymns are Protestant . But her priest told her it was all right , because all music was of God . Denise 's priest is a very nice man , and I like him . He thought my little black doll -- your little black doll -- was splendid . I 'll sing ` Lead , Kindly Light . ' That is Denise 's favourite hymn . '' Then Little Joyce , slipping her hand into Denise 's , began to sing . At the first note Madame Laurin , who had been gazing out of the window with a rather listless smile , turned quickly and looked at Little Joyce with amazed eyes . Delight followed amazement , and when Little Joyce had finished , the great Madame rose impulsively , her face and eyes glowing , stepped swiftly to Little Joyce and took the thin dark face between her gemmed hands . `` Child , do you know what a wonderful voice you have -- what a marvellous voice ? It is -- it is -- I never heard such a voice in a child of your age .
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