There was a loud laugh from the crowd.
"Tomorrow, then!" cried several people.
The crowd began to move away. But the music master hesitated. Should he say something? No, he would return tomorrow. He turned his steps in the direction of home. But he could not forget the wonderful playing he had just heard. Perhaps, after hearing the little musician again tomorrow, he would try to help the youngster.
[CHAPTER XV]
FRITZ AND HIS VIOLIN
Sadly the brother and sister set off for the market square.
"Never mind, Fritz," said Mitzi. "We will go back to the park tomorrow. The people liked your music. They will come again, and perhaps Father will come and—"
Mitzi broke off suddenly. She stopped in the middle of the street with her mouth open.