The following day he came again and hurried up to Vinzi to say, "I have to watch the cows today, but I have a message for you. I showed grandfather the pipe and he had me play for him. When he said I didn't know how to play, I told him you could do it better than anyone else. Then he said you must soon pay him a visit and play for him. Go tomorrow, won't you?" he called back as he ran away.
That evening he told his cousin of the message that Black Vereli brought and asked what he should do about it.
"Go up to the Tower in the morning," said his cousin, explaining that the grandfather was the oldest man on the whole mountainside, and the people usually did what he wished.
"Whose grandfather is he?" asked Vinzi.
"Of those they call the Tower Boys," answered his cousin, "and of a lot more who remain at home. Only the boys who tend the cattle go up there in the summer. He is really their great, or even their great-great-grandfather. But that is too long a name, so all his relatives on the mountain call him grandfather. If all his grandchildren and great-grandchildren were together, it would make quite a crowd."
"Yes, and Black Vereli is the worst of the lot," added Faz.
"How so?" asked his father.
"Oh, the Tower Boys are forever playing all kinds of tricks and Black Vereli is the inventor of them all," explained Faz. "Jos only keeps in with him because he can yodel so well."
"Yes, so he can, better than any of them," confirmed Jos. "But I think the mischief will die down now he has something else to think about. Vinzi has made him a pipe and he is determined to practise until he can play on it. And when he wants a thing, he never gives up until he gets it."
"Those pipes are a real blessing to the whole mountain for they tame even the worst boys," said the mother, leaning back comfortably in her armchair.