And
Mildred could not believe it sincere. Why should he
care what became of her, or be willing to put himself
out for her?
``You told me one day that you had at one time
taught singing,'' continued she.
``Until I was starved out?'' replied he. ``I told
people the truth. If they could not sing I said so. If
they sang badly I told them why, and it was always the
upset stomach, the foolish food, and people will not take
care about food. They will eat what they please, and
they say eating is good for them, and that anyone who
opposes them is a crank. So most of my pupils left,
except those I taught for nothing--and they did not
heed me, and came to nothing.''
``You showed me in ten minutes one day how to cure
my worst fault. I've sung better, more naturally ever
since.''
``You could sing like the birds. You do--almost.
You could be taught to sing as freely and sweetly and
naturally as a flower gives perfume. That is YOUR
divine gift, young lady song as pure and fresh as a
bird's song raining down through the leaves from the
tree-top.
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