He took it in his hand and went out on the porch where Miss Brown was sitting.

He asked Miss Brown if she was fond of music on the horn; and when she said she adored it, he asked her how she would like him to play "Ever of Thee;" and she said that was the only tune she cared anything for.
So Peter put the small end of the trumpet to his lips and blew.

He blew and blew.

Then he blew some more, and then he drew a fresh breath and blew again.

The only sound that came was a hollow moan, which sounded so queerly in the darkness that Miss Brown asked him if he was not well.