CORNELLI
“Yes, indeed! I have heard it with pleasure and great wonder,” said the mother, approaching Cornelli. “You have a voice, dear child, that we all should love to hear again. Have you often sung before?”
“Oh yes,” said Cornelli. “Martha has taught me many songs, but——”
“What do you mean by but?” Agnes quickly interrupted her. “I know now what a voice you have. I have to go quickly to my music lesson, but you must sing a lot with me to-night. No buts will be allowed then.”
“Oh, Cornelli, won’t you sing with us to-night?” asked the mother kindly. “We know now how well it sounds, and I do not see why you should still hesitate.”
“I can’t sing properly when I am afraid, for then it does not sound well,” Cornelli replied.
“Why should you be afraid?” asked the mother. “You know us all so well now.”
“Oh, because I am not like Agnes and Nika. I can’t do anything they do and I don’t look the way they do,” said Cornelli. With these words she frowned again in the old way,
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