Ah! fine! fine!" He flung his dish-cloth aside, ran to the piano and began an accompaniment to his father's playing.
"Now, dad, the Largo once more before we close." They did the Largo once and again, then springing from the piano Barry cried: "That Largo is a means of grace to me.

There could be no better preparation for a religious meeting than that.

If you would only come in and play for them, it would do them much more good than all my preaching." "If you would only take your music seriously, Barry," replied his father, somewhat sadly, "you would become a good player, perhaps even a great player." "And then what, dad ?" His father waved him aside, putting up his 'cello.
"No use going into that again, boy." "Well, I couldn't have been a great player, at any rate, dad." "Perhaps not, boy, perhaps not," said his father.

"Great players are very rare.

But it is time for your meeting." "So it is, dad.