It was only a simple Negro melody, such as street-musicians play, but it caught the ears of the boys at once, and silenced them, till they stood listening with surprise and pleasure.

Gradually they got nearer and nearer, and Mr.Bhaer came up to watch the boy; for, as if he was in his element now, Nat played away and never minded any one, while his eyes shone, his cheeks reddened, and his thin fingers flew, as he hugged the old fiddle and made it speak to all their hearts the language that he loved.
A hearty round of applause rewarded him better than a shower of pennies, when he stopped and glanced about him, as if to say: "I've done my best; please like it." "I say, you do that first rate," cried Tommy, who considered Nat his protege.
"You shall be the first fiddle in my band," added Franz, with an approving smile.
Mrs.Bhaer whispered to her husband: "Teddy is right: there's something in the child." And Mr.Bhaer nodded his head emphatically, as he clapped Nat on the shoulder, saying, heartily: "You play well, my son.

Come now and play something which we can sing." It was the proudest, happiest minute of the poor boy's life when he was led to the place of honor by the piano, and the lads gathered round, never heeding his poor clothes, but eying him respectfully and waiting eagerly to hear him play again.
They chose a song he knew; and after one or two false starts they got going, and violin, flute, and piano led a chorus of boyish voices that made the old roof ring again.

It was too much for Nat, more feeble than he knew; and as the final shout died away, his face began to work, he dropped the fiddle, and turning to the wall sobbed like a little child.
"My dear, what is it ?" asked Mrs.Bhaer, who had been singing with all her might, and trying to keep little Rob from beating time with his boots.
"You are all so kind and it's so beautiful I can't help it," sobbed Nat, coughing till he was breathless.
"Come with me, dear; you must go to bed and rest; you are worn out, and this is too noisy a place for you," whispered Mrs.Bhaer; and took him away to her own parlor, where she let him cry himself quiet.
Then she won him to tell her all his troubles, and listened to the little story with tears in her own eyes, though it was not a new one to her.
"My child, you have got a father and a mother now, and this is home.
Don't think of those sad times any more, but get well and happy; and be sure you shall never suffer again, if we can help it.

This place is made for all sorts of boys to have a good time in, and to learn how to help themselves and be useful men, I hope.