twomenextravagantlymadeupasnegrominstrels，withimmenseshoesandplaidvests。Theyseemedtobeabletowrestleatuneoutofalmostanything——glassbottles，cigar-
boxfiddles，stringsofsleigh-bells，evengraduatedbrasstubes，whichtheyrubbedwithresinedfingers。McTeaguewasstupefiedwithadmiration。
“That’swhatyoucallmusicians，“heannouncedgravely。
“Home，SweetHome，“playeduponatrombone。Thinkofthat！
Artcouldgonofarther。