Her lower register,
always her best, was almost perfect. Her middle
register--the test part of a voice--was showing signs
of strength and steadiness and evenness. And she was
fast getting a real upper register, as distinguished from
the forced and shrieky high notes that pass as an upper
register with most singers, even opera singers. After
a month of this marvelous forward march, she sang for
Mrs. Brindley--sang the same song she had essayed
at their first meeting. When she finished, Mrs. Brindley said:
``Yes, you've done wonders. I've been noticing your
improvement as you practiced. You certainly have a
very different voice and method from those you had a
month ago,'' and so on through about five minutes of
critical and discriminating praise.
Mildred listened, wondering why her dissatisfaction,
her irritation, increased as Mrs. Brindley praised on
and on. Beyond question Cyrilla was sincere, and was
saying even more than Mildred had hoped she would
say. Yet-- Mildred sat moodily measuring off
octaves on the keyboard of the piano.
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