"Yes, take my canary to her, madame. It picked me up
when I was down. It'll help her--such a bird it is! It's the best
singer in the world. It's got in its throat the music of Malibran and
Jenny Lind and Grisi, and all the stars in heaven that sang together.
Also, to be sure, it doesn't charge anything, but just as long as there's
daylight it sings and sings, as you know."
"M'sieu'--oh, m'sieu', it was what I wanted to ask you, and I didn't
dare!" gushingly declared madame. "I never heard a bird sing like that
--just as if it knew how much good it was doing, and with all the airs of
a grand seigneur. It's a prince of birds, that. If you mean it,
m'sieu', you'll do as good a thing as you have ever done."
"It would have to be much better, or it wouldn't be any use," remarked
Jean Jacques.
The woman made a motion of friendliness with both hands. "I don't
believe that. You may be queer, but you've got a kind eye. It won't be
for long she'll need the canary, and it will cheer her. There certainly
was never a bird so little tied to one note. Now this note, now that,
and so amusing. At times it's as though he was laughing at you.
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