It was as if upon those four quivering strings, he was laying the purple and gold of a thousand sunsets, the rose and amber of a thousand sunrises, the green of a boundless earth, the blue of a sky that reached to heaven itself--to make Joe understand.
"Gee!" breathed Joe, when the music came to an end with a crashing chord.

"Say, wa'n't that just great?
Won't you let me, please, just touch that fiddle ?" And David, looking into the blind boy's exalted face, knew that Joe had indeed--understood..