In a predominantly-Kabyle immigrant church of new converts, refugees from Algeria in a small municipality bordering Paris, France, a male pastor gave a sermon in French, translated simultaneously into Kabyle by another church leader, for about an hour. Later in this service, as in others, there was lively hand-clapping by adherents standing on their feet much of the time. Suddenly, a few women in the back rows of the sanctuary ululated enthusiastically, less characteristic of these services. One of the leaders gave them a solemn, disapproving look. They stopped their ululating, smiling a bit sheepishly though not greatly embarrassed.