It is a trompet." Emilia, with a whimpering firmness, replied: "You said I am lazy.

I am not." "Not lazy," Mr.Pericles assented.
"Do I care for praise from people who do not understand music?
It is not true.

I only like to please them." "Be a street-organ," Mr.Pericles retorted.
"I must like to see them pleased when I sing," said Emilia desperately.
"And you like ze clap of ze hands.Yez.It is quite natural.Yess.

You are a good child, it is clear.

But, look.