And when he said he was, she said that he went exactly like a second cousin of hers that had the asthma.
Then Peter remarked that somehow the horn was out of order for "Ever of Thee;" but if Miss Brown would like to hear "Sweetly I dreamed, Love," he would try to play it, and Miss Brown said that the fondest recollections clustered about the melody.
So Peter put the trumpet to his lips again and strained his lungs severely in an effort to make some music.

It wouldn't come, but he made a very singular noise, which induced Miss Brown to ask if the horse in the stable back of the house had heaves.

Then Peter said he thought somebody must have plugged the bugle up with something, and he asked his sister to light the gas in the entry while he cleaned it out.

When she did so, the ear-trumpet became painfully conspicuous, and both the girls laughed.

When Miss Brown laughed, Peter looked up at her with pain in his face, put on his hat and went out into the street, where he could express his feelings in violent terms.
A few nights later the Browns had a tea-party, to which Mr.Lamb was invited.