At this time father was leading an important-looking bald-headed old man in the garden, and he asked Yurochka, "Did you get hurt ?" But as the old man also smiled and also spoke, Yurochka did not kiss father and did not even answer him; but suddenly he seemed to have lost his mind--he commenced to squeal for joy and to run around.

If he had a bell as large as the whole city he would have rung that bell; but as he had no such bell he climbed the linden tree, which stood near the terrace, and began to show off.

The guests below were laughing and mamma was shouting, and suddenly the music began to play, and Yura soon stood in front of the orchestra, spreading his legs apart and, according to his old but long forgotten habit, put his finger into his mouth.

The sounds seemed to strike at him all at once; they roared and thundered; they made his legs tingle, and they shook his jaw.

They played so loudly that there was nothing but the orchestra on the whole earth--everything else had vanished.