Every morning at seven, Calum heard singing. It was a soft, high voice. It sang the same song again and again.
每天早上七点，卡勒姆都会听到歌声。那是一个轻柔的高音，一遍又一遍地唱着同一首歌。
He lived on the third floor of an old building. At first, he thought it was the radio. But the voice often stopped. Then it started the same song again.
他住在一栋老楼的三楼。起初，他以为是收音机。可那声音常常停下来，然后又从头唱起同一首歌。
On Monday, he left his apartment early. He stood in the hallway and listened. The sound came from above. He went up the stairs to the fourth floor.
星期一，他早早出了门。他站在走廊里听着。声音是从楼上传来的。他走上楼梯，来到四楼。
The singing was louder at the door of number 42. Calum did not knock. He felt shy and went to work.
在42号门口，歌声更响了。卡勒姆没有敲门。他觉得不好意思，就去上班了。
On Tuesday, he came back. This time he knocked.
星期二，他又回来了。这一次，他敲了门。
An old woman opened the door. She had white hair and a warm, blue sweater.
一位老太太开了门。她满头白发，穿着一件暖和的蓝毛衣。
"Oh!" she said. "Is my singing too loud?"
“哎呀！”她说，“我唱得太大声了吗？”
"No, no," Calum said. "I only want to know who sings."
“不不不，”卡勒姆说，“我只是想知道是谁在唱歌。”
She laughed. "I sing in a choir. We have a concert on Sunday. I practice every morning at seven."
她笑了。“我在合唱团唱歌。星期天我们有一场音乐会。我每天早上七点练习。”
"It is a lovely song," he said.
“这首歌真好听，”他说。
"Thank you. Come to the concert," she said. "Sit in front, and I will sing for you."
“谢谢。来听音乐会吧，”她说，“坐在前排，我唱给你听。”
