Mr.Hellmut would sit in his arm-chair while the two girls sang one song after another, and he could never hear enough.

Beaming with joy, he would say to Mrs.Halm from time to time: "The child has her mother's voice, except that her mother's voice was still fuller and softer." Mrs.Halm's face would beam, too, as she would say: "Just have a little patience, Director.

You are sure some day to hear Cornelli's voice when there will be nothing more to desire in it.

Her teacher's highest wish is to train her voice." For answer the father nodded and lay back in his chair smiling contentedly.
Nika, too, was completely changed.

No shadows dimmed her eyes, for she could wander about all day with her paint box from one lovely spot to another, up to the beech wood or to the hill where the big oak tree stood.