"Meaning whose?"
"You'll have to hunt and find, Mr. Richard Alton."
Norval laughed and turned to Jo.
"Why don't you spank her, Mam'selle?" he asked. "She's a little rascal." Then: "Whose fiddle is that?" for Donelle never played.
Donelle's eyes followed his and rested upon the case standing against the wall.
"How did you know it was a fiddle?" she asked.
"Well, it's a fiddle case. Of course, Mam'selle may keep cheese in it!"
"It's—it's my fiddle," Donelle's gaiety fled, "but I don't play it any more."
"Why?"
"Well, everything that went with the fiddle has gone! I'm trying to forget it."