If Mr. Masterson was simulating embarrassment, he did it very cleverly: he started to say something once or twice, changed his mind confusedly, and suddenly, putting the shuffleboard stick under his arm, began to imitate a guitar.
Miss Dorn applauded. "Splendid! You should play in the orchestra."
"Thank you." He smiled gratefully. "Listen; this is a bassoon. I have to make a funny face when I do it."
Miss Dorn clapped her hands. "Great!" she cried. "Oh, simply great!"
"A flute," introduced Mr. Masterson.
Miss Marcia chortled. "That's a funnier face than the last," she said.
"A cello."
"Good!"
"A violin," he announced.
"Not so good"; she smiled in appreciative criticism.