"It's a kind of a horn." "What kind ?" "For music," said Penrod simply.
Master Bitts laughed loud and long; he was derisive.

"Music!" he yipped.
"I thought you meant a cow's horn! He says it's a music-horn, Sam?
What you think o' that ?" Sam blew into the thing industriously.
"It won't work," he announced.
"Course it won't!" Roddy Bitts shouted.

"You can't make it go without you got a REAL horn.

I'm goin' to get me a real horn some day before long, and then you'll see me goin' up and down here playin' it like sixty! I'll--" "'Some day before long!'" Sam mocked.

"Yes, we will! Why'n't you get it to-day, if you're goin' to ?" "I would," said Roddy.