They went to
the brook and lunched and made easy records of syllabic calls that could
be rendered in words and by whistling. Then all of them gathered around
Mr. Dovesky while he drew lines, crossed them with bands and explained the
staff, and different time, and signatures, and together they had their
first music lesson.
Malcolm whistled the thrush song while Mr. Dovesky copied the notes, tuned
the violin, and showed the boy how the strings corresponded to the lines
he had made, where the notes lay on them, and how to draw them out with
the bow. He could not explain fast enough to satisfy the eager lad. After
Mr. Dovesky had gone as far as he thought wise, and left off with music,
he wandered with Mr. Tower hunting flowers in which he seemed almost as
much interested as the music. Malcolm clung to the violin, and over and
over ran the natural scale he had been taught; then slowly, softly, with
wavering awkward bow, he began whistling plain easy calls, and hunting up
and down the strings for them.
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