What a romp of merry music filled the house! I had never heard the like and was soon smiling at him as he played.

His bow and fingers flew in the wild frolic of the Devil's Dream.

It led me out of my sadness into a world all new to me.
"Now, God bless your soul, boy!" he exclaimed, by and by, as he put down his instrument.

"We shall have a good time together--that we will.

Not a stroke o' work this day! Come, I have a guide here that will take us down to the land o' the fairies." Then with his microscope he showed me into the wonder world of littleness of which I had had no knowledge.
"The microscope is like the art o' the teacher," he said.