I mean inside.

When you're happy, you know." "When I'm--oh!" The man stopped and stared, his mouth falling open.
Suddenly his face changed, and he grinned appreciatively.

"Well, if you ain't the beat 'em, boy! 'T is kinder like singin'-- the way ye feel inside, when yer 'specially happy, ain't it?
But I never thought of it before." "Oh, yes.

Why, that's where I get my songs--inside of me, you know--that I play on my violin.

And I made a crow sing, too.