I can't play.

I can only pick out little bits of things in C." "But you do play.

I just heard you." Billy shrugged her shoulders.
"That was nothing.

It was only what I had heard.

I was trying to make it sound like--yours." "And, by George! you succeeded," muttered Cyril under his breath; then aloud he asked: "Didn't you ever study music ?" Billy's eyes dimmed.
"No.