In the frosty evening the sound carried.

People passing down the street hesitated, listening.

The neighbours knew it was Aaron practising his piccolo.

He was esteemed a good player: was in request at concerts and dances, also at swell balls.
So the vivid piping sound tickled the darkness.
He played on till about seven o'clock; he did not want to go out too soon, in spite of the early closing of the public houses.

He never went with the stream, but made a side current of his own.