She dimpled joyfully.
"That's a good boy!"
"Nell," wailed Molly, "this trumpet for the milkman's little boy has
gone wrong! It won't make a sound."
"Let me try," said Ted.
Denis reappeared with winks and nods. "Let's have a concert," he
suggested. "Where's the milkman's drum?"
They mustered between them the trumpet (which wheezed a good deal, but
did squeaks as well), the drum, and a mouth organ. Nell and Denis
procured combs, put paper over them, and led the concert.
Ted sat through it bravely, even contributing squeaks and wheezes from
the trumpet; but Denis gave a yell suddenly.
"I forgot he was real musical--a composer and all sorts of things!"
"Stow that!" Ted came at him, blaring the trumpet.