Yet he never seemed pleased. He did not even say it was any
better."
"But he never gave you up, darling!" she said.
"No; he only told me to come early, alone, to-morrow, and he would give
me a lesson by myself, and perhaps I should learn better."
A twinkle of joy danced in her eyes, dimmed with so many tears.
"Silly child!" she said, fondly, "as silly as thy poor mother herself!
The master only takes trouble, and chastens and rebukes, because he
thinks it is worth while, because thou art trying and learning, and art
doing a little better day by day. He knows what thy best can be, and
will never be content with anything but thy very best."
"Is it that, mother? Is it indeed that?" said the boy, looking up with
a sudden dawning of hope.
And a sweet dawn of promise met him in his mother's eyes as she
answered:
"It is even that, my own, for thee and for me!"
CHAPTER IV.
With a glad heart, Gottlieb dressed the next morning before Lenichen
was awake, and was off to the choir-master for his lesson alone.
The new hope had inspired him, and he sang that morning to the content
even of the master, as he knew, not by his praise, but by his summoning
Ursula from the kitchen to listen, unable to resist his desire for the
sympathy of a larger audience.
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