I will tell you where to go in the morning.

We must have him back, and I will beat him so that he will not dare to run away again." The padrone would have been still more incensed could he have looked into Mrs.Hoffman's room and seen the little fiddler the center of a merry group, his brown face radiant with smiles as he swept the chords of his violin.

It was well for Phil that he could not see him..