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Show Ddddy 5 yEveiiig Fairy Tale THE VOICE Minna had been taking a walk. And now she was stopping before the music mu-sic shop In the Utile (own where she lived. She was looking at everything III Ihe shop. It was mu ll an Interesting window. She always loved to look at It. Whenever she had time she slopped and ga.ed Into Ihe window and sometimes, some-times, when she really hadn't Ihe lime at all she stopped and looked In ! Although It was lale In Ihe afternoon after-noon and she should lie hurrying home, she stopped tiow and looked. There were several lights In Ihe shop, and she could see everything distinctly. A light shone directly on a violin, the only one left, for Minna knew that the oilier four had been nought this year by three of the older hoys and one older girl, who were taking violin lessons. The violin looked ralher lonely by Itself. How she wished she could hear It played ! There was a snxophone In the window, win-dow, too, a radio and a talking machine, ma-chine, a music box, ukulele and a harmonica, and, too, a metronome. Minna didn't like a metronome. A friend of hers was made to practice She Was Looking at Everything. with the mi tronome going all the time. That was different from Miss Drutn-ble. Drutn-ble. She didn't believe In the metronome. met-ronome. It made a pupil too mechanical me-chanical and without enough sense of rhythm. Miss Iirumhle said, and Minna quite agreed with her. A metronome so Insisted upon every note being played right on time, and that wasn't so easy, but a metronome never seemed to care whether you found time difficult or not. To a metronome everything should be so dreadfully right. Some notes, Minna felt, wanted to go more quickly even If the time of the music and the metronome did agree that they shouldn't The metronome was so strict. It always wanted Its own way, and always appeared so satisfied with Itself. It-self. To be sure, Miss Drumhle wanted her to keep correct time, but Miss Drumhle wanted her to understand and feel rhythm more than anything. Minna tried to see back In the shop where there were many other sheets of music, more musical Instruments, radio, pianos, even a bugle, and such a dear looking little piccolo. There weren't many books of exercises exer-cises that wns another reason why the shop was so fascinating. There were any number of song books. Minna like to sing songs. What a wonderful shop this was. Minna liked It better than any other oth-er In town. To be sure, she liked the peanut man's little stand, where peanuts were always being roasted, and popcorn pop-corn was always popping ready to be put Into bags with the butter soaking soak-ing through the paper. But the peanut man's stand couldn't possibly be called a shop. It was quite different. And, certainly. cer-tainly. If she ever were given her choice of the two there wouldn't be a moment's doubt about choosing this one. She had lingered nnd looked long enough. She must be on her way now. But there was something about the manner In which the lights back In the shop were blinking and flickering that kept her there. It was as though something must be going to happen. Something exciting, something surprising, something Had some one spoken to her? She was sure she had just heard a voice, a squeaky voice. It wasn't very loud. Maybe she had only Imagined she had heard It. And then she heard the voice again. It was quite distinct this time. To think that some one from this fascinating shop was noticing her, tool |