John’s father added cheerfully, “So, do you play any violin?” She balked at the stereotype, but admitted, “Yes, I play violin. But here was new music, tender and kindly and whimsical, that first roved to and fro in the mind and then cuddled up in the heart. Wood the carpenter.
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