Foratimeneitherthemannorthewomancouldspeak。Therewasnothingintheirhumdrum，habit-smoothedtillingofthesoilandwashingofpotsandpanstopreparethemforascenelikethis——amoonlitbarn，astrangedeadman，andthatdeadman’ssonbabblingofbrooksandsquirrels，andplayingjigsonafiddleforadirge。Atlast，however，Simeonfoundhisvoice。
\"Boy，boy，stopthat！\"hethundered。\"Areyoumad——cleanmad？Gointothehouse，Isay！\"Andtheboy，dazedbutobedient，putuphisviolin，andfollowedthewoman，who，withtear-blindedeyes，wasleadingthewaydownthestairs。
Mrs。Hollywasfrightened，butshewasalsostrangelymoved。Fromthelongagothesoundofanotherviolinhadcometoher——aviolin，too，playedbyaboy’shands。Butofthis，allthis，Mrs。
Hollydidnotliketothink。
Inthekitchennowsheturnedandfacedheryoungguest。