Mick put ture back on t s  s drao  reason—and in  it didnt give he

    same feeling t music did. Nothing was really as good as music.

    Mick knelt doed top of tbox. Inside rung rings, a guitar string and a banjo string. tly mended icking plaster and trings at ther side.

    Mick  before. Some time ago stle play mandolin out of a cigar box  put to  sed all over everys and added a little to t seemed to  use her head.

    Bill, t look like any real violin I ever saw. ill reading—Yeah—?’

    It just dont look rig just dont------’

    So tune t day by scre since surned out s  to look at it. Sloer anottle hollow-sounding ping.

    a boo be made out of just iently.

    Notrung on a limber stick would do?’

    Bill rubbed  against eac answer.

    Anger made beads of s come out on her forehead.

    s not even a bad violin. Its onlya cross bete them------’

    Bill turned around.

    Its all turned out   do. Its no good. tipe do carrying on about t old broken ukulele youve been fooling old you at first it o ts one t sit do to buy them. I

    t anybody . But I figured it   yon if you found out for yourself.’

    Sometimes sed Bill more the world.

    entirely from ed to slam tomp on it, but instead s it back rougo tbox. tears  Bill.

    As so get to to her Mama.

    s tter  o now?’

    Mick tried to jerk loose, but o her arm.

    Sullenly sears from c on  ime to ask ions.

    Mr. Jackson  ers to dinner and t be but jus