"Oh, well, just whistle a couple o' bars."
"Bars," said Mr. Brimberly, shaking his head, "bars, sir, is things wherewith I do not 'old; bars are the 'aunt of the 'umble 'erd, sir—"
"No, no, Brim," explained Mr. Stevens, "Jenk merely means you to 'um the air."
"Ah, to be sure, now I appre'end! I'll 'um you the hair with pleasure."
Mr. Brimberly cleared his throat vigorously and thereafter emitted certain rumbling noises, whereat Mr. Jenkins cocked a knowing head.
"C sharp, I think?" he announced.
"Not much, Jenk!" said Mr. Stevens decidedly, "it was D flat—as flat a D as ever I heard!"
"It was C!" Mr. Jenkins said, "I appeal to Brim."
"Well," said Mr. Brimberly ponderously, "I'm reether inclined to think I made it a D—if it wasn't D it was F nat'ral. But if it's all the same to you, I'll accompany myself at the piano-forty."
"What," exclaimed Mr. Stevens, emptying and refilling his glass, seeing which Mr. Jenkins did the same, "what—do you play, Brim?"