"My father had a violin! He played it.

That's why I can! Where is it! Is it in our house?
Is it in mother's room ?" "Elnora!" panted Margaret.

"Your mother will kill me! She always hated it." "Mother dearly loves music," said Elnora.
"Not when it took the man she loved away from her to make it!" "Where is my father's violin ?" "Elnora!" "I've never seen a picture of my father.

I've never heard his name mentioned.

I've never had a scrap that belonged to him.