If he spoke the truth, and nobody could listen to him without being sure of that, there was nothing left but just to do the thing he said.

So I set about getting a hold of anything he did say, and trying to do it.

And then it was that I first began to be able to play on the fiddle, though I had been muddling away at it for a long time before.

I knew I could play then, because I understood what it said to me, and got help out of it.

I don't really mean that, you know, miss; for I know well enough that the fiddle in itself is nothing, and nothing is anything but the way God takes to teach us.