Abstract

www.robotcowboy.com “Why, he’s a reg’lar musicker! ” said Button-Bright. “What’s a musicker? ” asked Dorothy. “Him! ” said the boy. Hearing this, the fat man sat up a little stiffer than before, as if he had received a compliment, and still came the sounds: Tiddle-widdle-iddle, oom pom-pom, Oom pom-pom, oom— “Stop it! ” cried the shaggy man, earnestly. “Stop that dreadful noise.” The fat man looked at him sadly and began his reply. When he spoke the music changed and the words seemed to accompany the notes. He said — or rather sang: It isn’t a noise that you hear, But Music, harmonic and clear. My breath makes me play

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