The Mysterious Basket; or, The Foundling…
“ Now, what is the youngster laughing at? Eh! young sir?""It is only a violin, and not like a lady," said Christlieb laughing."Is the chick wiser than the hen? I tell you," said Kummas half scolding, "it is a lady; and violin, or violincello, is only its nickname. The throat of no lady, not even of a Catalina, can bring forth more beautiful and sustained notes than can the black throat of my violin. It is wonderful how the most insignificant of things may become, in the hands of a clever man, the source of inexhaustible treasures. ”
