If a harmonica was really destined for him, he had better let go his uncle's arm.
Uncle Philip dove into his deep pockets with both hands, and soon the wonderful, coveted object really came to light.

And how much bigger and finer it was than Toneli's little instrument.

Such a one must be able to sound the loveliest tones.

Lippo, holding his treasure in his hand, could hardly believe it to be his own property, but Uncle Philip reassured him, saying: "Come, Lippo, take it, the harmonica is meant for you." There were presents for all the children in the depths of the pockets, and one child after another ran away to show his gift to his mother.
Lippo saw and heard nothing else just then.

In expectation of the melodies which would well up he blew with all his might quite horrible, ear-shattering sounds.
"Lippo, you must learn how to play a little first.