"That's pretty broad. S'posin' I impersonate a steam calliope in a circus?"
"Impersonate, Judd! Great snakes, don't try to impersonate one of those things! The distortion would be so stupendous that you'd never look the same again!"
"I reckon I'll imitate one, then," responded Judd, raising the mouth organ to his lips.
The moment he started playing, a hush came over the bunch. The imitation was so perfect that every fellow could imagine again the tail end of a gaudy circus parade and the steaming calliope.
When Judd finished he was greeted with a round of applause. Cries of,
"More! More!" came from every throat.
Judd seemed to catch the spirit of it all and to forget his embarrassment. He began to play simple home melodies and popular songs which gripped at the heart strings of every fellow present. Several times the fellows started in and sang while Judd furnished the accompaniments. At last, Judd, thinking that he had played long enough, struck up the tune, "Good-night, ladies." The fellows took the hint and departed, promising to come again and thanking Judd for his entertainment.
"Well, Judd," said Cateye, quietly, "I'm proud of you tonight. You made some hit with the bunch!"
"Did I?"
"I should say you did! I'd give anything to have the guys rave over me like they did over you and your playing."
"Honest?"