de of the town--that organ. It had been given by a great
man (out in the world) whose birthplace the town was. More than that, a
yearly donation from this same great man paid for the skilled organist
who came every Sunday from the city to play it. To-day, as the organist
took his seat, he noticed a new face in the Holly pew, and he almost
gave a friendly smile as he met the wondering gaze of the small boy
there; then he lost himself, as usual, in the music before him.

Down in the Holly pew the small boy held his breath. A score of violins
were singing in his ears; and a score of other instruments that he
could not name, crashed over his head, and brought him to his feet in
ecstasy. Before a detaining hand could stop him, he was out in the
aisle, his eyes on the blue-and-gold pipes from which seemed to come
those wondrous sounds. Then his gaze fell on the man and on the banks
of keys; and with soft steps he crept along the aisle and up the stairs
to the organ-loft.

For long minutes he stood motionless, listening; then the music died
into silence and the minister rose for the invocation. It was a boy's
voice, and not a man's, however, that broke the pause.

"Oh, sir, please," it said, "would you--could you teach ME to do that?"

The organist choked over a cough, and the soprano reached out and drew
David to her side, whispering something in his ear. The minister, after
a dazed silence, bowed his head; while down in the Holly pew an angry
man and a sorely mortified woman vowed that, before David came to
church again, he should have learned some things.

CHAPTER VIII

THE PUZZLING "DOS" AND "DON'TS"

With the coming of Monday arrived a new life for David--a curious life
full of "don'ts" and "dos." David wondered sometimes why all the
pleasant things were "don'ts" and all the unpleasant ones "dos." Corn
to be hoed, weeds to be pulled, woodboxes to be filled; with all these
it was "do this, do this, do this." But when it came to lying under the
apple trees, exploring the brook that ran by the field, or even
watching the bugs and worms that one found in the earth--all these were
"don'ts."

As to Farmer Holly--Farmer Holly himself awoke to some new experiences
that Monday morning. One of them was the difficulty in successfully
combating the cheerfully expressed opinion that weeds were so pretty
growing that it was a pity to pull them up and let them all wither and
die. Another was the equally great difficulty of