And going up to Squire Pope, he held a brief conversation with that gentleman.
The squire nodded vigorously, and walked over to Philip.
“Philip,” said he, “go and bring your violin.”
“What will I do that for!” asked our hero quietly.
“So that it may be sold.”
“It is not to be sold,” returned Philip quietly. “It belongs to me.”
“Nothing belongs to you except your clothes!” said the squire angrily. “I require you to go and fetch the instrument.”
“And I decline to do it,” said Philip.
“Do you know who I am,” demanded the squire, with ruffled dignity.
“I know you perfectly well,” answered Philip “but I am the owner of the violin, and I don’t mean to have it sold.”