A SWEET VOICE

New Zealand Tablet, 3 December 1908, Page 37

A SWEET VOICE

'O, father, I wish I could sing 1 It's so nice to give pleasure to people. Florence sang at the club to-day, and we all enjoyed it so much. She sings every night to her father, too. I d give anything if I could, but there's no use wishing ; there isn't any music in me.'

' Is that so?' asked her father, taking her wistful face between his hands. ' Well, perhaps you can't sing; but don't tell me your voice has no music in it. To me it's full of music'

' Why, father, how can you say so?'

' Almost every evening,' answered the father, ' when I come home the first thing I hear is a merry laugh, and it rests me, no matter how tired I am. Yesterday I heard that voice say : " Don't cry, Buddie; sister will mend it for you." Sometimes I hear it reading to grandmother. Last week I heard it telling Mary, " I'm sorry your head aches; I'll do the dishes to-night." ' That is the kind of music I like best. Don't tell me my little daughter hasn't a sweet voice!'