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[2/26, 10:52 AM] : When the half dozen little ones were hungry, old Cleaphas would take the fiddle from its

flannel bag and play a tune upon it. Perhaps it was to drown their cries or their hunger, or his

conscience, or all three. One day Fifine, in a rage, stamped her small foot and clinched her

little Lands, and declared:

“I am surely going to smash the fiddle someday in a thousand pieces!” “You must not to do

that, Fifine,” expostulated her father. “That fiddle has been older than you and me put

together. You have heard me often tell you about that Italian who had given it to me put

together. You have heard me often tell you about that Italian who had given it to me when he

was about to die, long before the war.” Cleophas said that the fiddle is a part of his life that is

going to live when he is dead. “Well, I’m going to do something with that fiddle” said the

daughter, So once when three were great fair at the big plantation – no end of ladies and

gentlemen from the city, riding, driving, dancing, and making music upon all types of

instruments. Fifine, with the fiddle in its flannel bag, stole away up to the big house where

these festivities were in progress. No one noticed at first the little barefoot girl seated upon a
[2/26, 10:52 AM] : step of the veranda and watching for her opportunity. “It’s one fiddle I got to sell,” she

announced resolutely, to the first who questioned her. It was very funny to have a shabby

little girl sitting there wanting to sell a fiddle, and the child was soon surrounded by people.

The lusterless instrument was brought forth and examined, first with amusement, but soon

very seriously, especially by three gentlemen: one with very long have that hung down,

another with equally long hair that stood up, the third with no hair worth mentioning. These

three turned the fiddle upside down and almost inside out and examined it. Finally, they sent

Fifine away with a fiddle twice as beautiful as the one she had sold, and a roll of money

besides! The child was dump with astonishment, and away she flew. But when she stopped

beneath big tree, to further scan the roll of money, her wonder was redoubled. There was for

more than she could count, more than she had ever dreamed of possessing. Certainly

enough to top the old cabin with new shingles; to put shoes on all the little bare feet and food

into the hungry mouths. “It is just like you say, Fifine,” murmured old cleophas huskily. When

he played upon the new fiddle that night. “It’s one fine fiddle; and it is shining like you say,

like satin. But same way or other, it is not the same. Here, Fifine, take it- put it aside. I am not

going to play the fiddle any more”. [3×1=3]​

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