He found it after considerable effort, and ran the scales on it.
"Glory be!" cried the boy.

"Dat fool mule ain't done kicked de music out ob it." "Listen to me, Washington," demanded Grace, stepping over and laying a firm hand on the lad's shoulder.

"You will put that instrument away--" "'Tain't no inst'ment.

Hit's a 'monica," he interrupted.
"I am speaking.

Put it away, and do not let me see you touch it again until you have finished your work.