CHAPTER II.
CAPTAIN INNES RECEIVES "What's that awful noise ?" asked Clint startledly, looking up from his book.
It was the evening of the second day of school and Clint and Amy Byrd were preparing lessons at opposite sides of the green-topped table in Number 14 Torrence.
"That," replied Amy, leaning back until his chair protested and viewing his room-mate under the shade of the drop-light, "is music." "Music!" Clint listened incredulously.

From the next room, by way of opened windows and transoms, came the most lugubrious wails he thought he had ever listened to.

"It--it's a fiddle, isn't it ?" he demanded.
Amy nodded.

"More respectfully, a violin.

More correctly a viol-_din._ (The joke is not new.) What you are listening to with such evident delight are the sweet strains of Penny Durkin's violin." Amy looked at the alarm clock which decorated a corner of his chiffonier.