``Now, if you wanted to make a living,'' he went on,
``and if you were determined to learn to sing as well
as you could, with the idea that you might be able to
make a living--why, then there might be hope.''
``You think I can sing?''
``I never heard you. Can you?''
``They say I can.''
``What do YOU say?''
``I don't know,'' she confessed. ``I've never been
able to judge. Sometimes I think I'm singing well, and
I find out afterward that I've sung badly. Again, it's
the other way.''
``Then, obviously, what's the first thing to do?''
``To learn to judge myself,'' said she. ``I never
thought of it before--how important that is. Do you
know Jennings--Eugene Jennings?''
``The singing teacher? No.''
``Is he a good teacher?''
``No.''
``Why not?''
``Because he has not taught you that you will never
sing until you are your own teacher. Because he has
not taught you that singing is a small and minor part
of a career as a singer.''
``But it isn't,'' protested she.
A long silence.
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