And with a satisfied sigh David put his precious gold away again behind the books in the cupboard.
David found a new song in his violin the next morning.

To be sure, he could not play it--much of it--until four o'clock in the afternoon came; for Mr.Holly did not like violins to be played in the morning, even on days that were not especially the Lord's.

There was too much work to do.

So David could only snatch a strain or two very, very softly, while he was dressing; but that was enough to show him what a beautiful song it was going to be.

He knew what it was, at once, too.
It was the gold-pieces, and what they would bring.