"How can you know?
And how can you ever play in tune?
You're one of the instruments.

Father said everybody was.

And he said everybody was playing SOMETHING all the time; and if you didn't play in tune--" "Joe, Joe, please," begged the little girl "Won't you let him go?
I'm afraid.

I told you--" "Shucks, Betty! He won't hurt ye," laughed Joe, a little irritably.
Then to David he turned again with some sharpness.
"Play, won't ye?
You SAID you'd play!" "Yes, oh, yes, I'll play," faltered David, bringing his violin hastily to position, and testing the strings with fingers that shook a little.
"There!" breathed Joe, settling back in his chair with a contented sigh.

"Now, play it again--what you did before." But David did not play what he did before--at first.