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``I'm not vain about my voice.
I'd simply like to make a living by it, if I could. I'll
even confess that there are many things I care for more
than for music. Does that prove that I can never sing
professionally?''
``No, indeed,'' Mrs. Brindley assured her. ``It'd be
strange if a girl of your age cared exclusively for
music. The passion comes with the work, with progress,
success. And some of the greatest--that is, the most
famous and best paid--singers never care much about
music, except as a vanity, and never understand it. A
singer means a person born with a certain shape of
mouth and throat, a certain kind of vocal chords. The
rest may be natural or acquired. It's the instrument
that makes the singer, not brains or temperament.''
``Do let me sing for you,'' said Mildred. ``I think
it will help me.''
Between them they chose a little French song--
``Chanson d'Antonine''--and Mrs. Brindley insisted on
her playing her own accompaniment. ``I wish to
listen,'' said she, ``and I can't if I play.


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