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Aunt
Julia
shrugged
her
shoulders
and
said
with
meek
pride
:
"
Thirty
years
ago
I
had
n't
a
bad
voice
as
voices
go
.
"
"
I
often
told
Julia
,
"
said
Aunt
Kate
emphatically
,
"
that
she
was
simply
thrown
away
in
that
choir
.
But
she
never
would
be
said
by
me
.
"
She
turned
as
if
to
appeal
to
the
good
sense
of
the
others
against
a
refractory
child
while
Aunt
Julia
gazed
in
front
of
her
,
a
vague
smile
of
reminiscence
playing
on
her
face
.
"
No
,
"
continued
Aunt
Kate
,
"
she
would
n't
be
said
or
led
by
anyone
,
slaving
there
in
that
choir
night
and
day
,
night
and
day
.
Six
o'clock
on
Christmas
morning
!
And
all
for
what
?
"
"
Well
,
is
n't
it
for
the
honour
of
God
,
Aunt
Kate
?
"
asked
Mary
Jane
,
twisting
round
on
the
piano-stool
and
smiling
.
Aunt
Kate
turned
fiercely
on
her
niece
and
said
:
"
I
know
all
about
the
honour
of
God
,
Mary
Jane
,
but
I
think
it
's
not
at
all
honourable
for
the
pope
to
turn
out
the
women
out
of
the
choirs
that
have
slaved
there
all
their
lives
and
put
little
whipper-snappers
of
boys
over
their
heads
.
I
suppose
it
is
for
the
good
of
the
Church
if
the
pope
does
it
.
But
it
's
not
just
,
Mary
Jane
,
and
it
's
not
right
.
"
She
had
worked
herself
into
a
passion
and
would
have
continued
in
defence
of
her
sister
for
it
was
a
sore
subject
with
her
but
Mary
Jane
,
seeing
that
all
the
dancers
had
come
back
,
intervened
pacifically
:
