However, he said nothing,--he never scolded in words, but he took up the faithful barbiton.

Oh, faithful barbiton, how horribly thou didst scold! It screeched, it gabbled, it moaned, it growled.

And Viola's eyes filled with tears, for she understood that language.

She stole to her mother, and whispered in her ear; and when Pisani turned from his employment, lo! both mother and daughter were weeping.

He looked at them with a wondering stare; and then, as if he felt he had been harsh, he flew again to his Familiar.