"I should think you can get rich," said Deronda, smiling. "Great ladies will perhaps like you to teach their daughters. We shall see. But now do sing again to us."
She went on willingly, singing with ready memory various things by Gordigiani and Schubert; then, when she had left the piano, Mab said, entreatingly, "Oh, Mirah, if you would not mind singing the little hymn."
"It is too childish," said Mirah. "It is like lisping."
"What is the hymn?" said Deronda.
"It is the Hebrew hymn she remembers her mother singing over her when she lay in her cot," said Mrs. Meyrick.

"I should think you can get rich by teaching," said Deronda, smiling. "But now do sing again to us."
She went on willingly, singing with ready memory various things by Gordigiani and Schubert; and then Mab said entreatingly, "Oh, Mirah, if you would not mind singing the little hymn - the Hebrew hymn you remember your mother singing."
