I don't know which I do like best, sometimes, only this is mine." With a half-smothered ejaculation John Holly fell back limply.
"Then you--do--know ?" he challenged.
"Know--what ?" "The value of that violin in your hands." There was no answer.

The boy's eyes were questioning.
"The worth, I mean,--what it's worth." "Why, no--yes--that is, it's worth everything--to me," answered David, in a puzzled voice.
With an impatient gesture John Holly brushed this aside.
"But the other one--where is that ?" "At Joe Glaspell's.

I gave it to him to play on, because he had n't any, and he liked to play so well." "You GAVE it to him--a Stradivarius!" "I loaned it to him," corrected David, in a troubled voice.

"Being father's, I couldn't bear to give it away.

But Joe--Joe had to have something to play on." "'Something to play on'! Father, he doesn't mean the River Street Glaspells ?" cried John Holly.
"I think he does.