Samuel James.
I 'clare to God, there's somethin' out o' common wi' you or that fiddle, for I had to stop and listen, and me teeth chatterin' wi' could.
Robbie John.
I did wrong I know, but look here Samuel James, as long as I see that thing hangin' there, my hands are itchin' to hold it, and the tunes I could play—they keep runnin' in my head.
Suddenly rising.
I'll destroy it.
Samuel James.
Quieting him down.
Na. Na. Its a vallible fiddle.