But if your mother finds it out she will never forgive me." "I can't help it," said Elnora.

"I want that violin." "I'll go to-morrow, and see if it has been destroyed." "Destroyed! Oh, Aunt Margaret! Would any one dare ?" "I hardly think so.

It was a good instrument.

He played it like a master." "Tell me!" breathed Elnora.
"His hair was red and curled more than yours, and his eyes were blue.
He was tall, slim, and the very imp of mischief.

He joked and teased all day until he picked up that violin.