Now watch 'im." "Oh, don't do that!" Milton said, in horror.

But Bill drew the bow across the strings in the same way that Daddy always did when tuning up.
He lifted his head as Bill dashed into "Honest John," in spite of Milton's protest.

He trotted his feet after a little and drummed with his hands on the arms of his chair, then smiled a little in a pitiful way.

Finally he reached out his right hand for the violin and took it into his lap.

He tried to hold the neck with his poor, old, mutilated left hand and burst into tears.
"Don't you do that again, Bill," Milton said.