"You do not know how! Just give it to me!" cried Faz, grabbing the pipe, but in his hands it shrilled and screeched.
"It looks so pretty," said Jos with regret. "We have never been able to make so nice a one, but it does not sound well."
Taking the pipe from Faz, Vinzi said, "I will give it a trial myself," and began to play a little tune.
The notes followed one another so clearly, so beautifully, they all stood spellbound, and when Vinzi stopped, Jos exclaimed eagerly, "Oh, you play it well. Teach me!"
"Me too," added Faz.
"And me too," shouted little Russli.
"Give me the pipe," urged Jos.
"No, give it to me," demanded Faz.
But Russli had grabbed his property and ran away, fearing the stronger boys would rob him of it.
"Let him have it," said Vinzi, "and I will make each of you one."