"This is where the wind sighs, 'oou--OOU--OOU' through the pines.

Listen!" And he was away again on the wings of his violin.

When he had returned Mr.Jack drew a long breath.
"David, you are a wonder," he declared again.

"And that violin of yours is a wonder, too, if I'm not mistaken,--though I don't know enough to tell whether it's really a rare one or not.

Was it your father's ?" "Oh, no.