'"
But Gottlieb looked grave and rather troubled.
"So few seem thinking just of His listening," he said, doubtfully.
"There are the choir-master and the dean and chapter, and the other
choristers, and the Cistercians, and the mothers of the other
choristers, who wish them to sing best."
She took his hand. "So there were in that old Jerusalem," she said.
"The Pharisees, who wanted to stop the children's singing, and even the
dear Disciples, who often thought they might be troublesome to the
Master. But the little ones sang for Him, and He knew, and was pleased.
And that is all we have to think of now."
He kissed her, and went away with a lightened brow.
Many of the neighbors came in that afternoon to congratulate Magdalis
on her boy--his face, his voice, his gentle ways.
"And then he sings with such feeling," said one. "One sees it is in his
heart."
But in the evening Gottlieb came home very sad and desponding. For some
time he said nothing, and then, with a brave effort to restrain his
tears, he murmured:
"Oh, mother! I am afraid it will soon be over. I heard one of the
priests say he thought they had a new chorister at the Cistercians
whose voice is as good as mine.
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