Touch of the Master’s Hand
Touch of the Master’s Hand: Twas battered and scared, and the auctioneer Thought it scarcely worth his while to waste much time on the old violin, but he held it up with a smile. What am I bidden, good folks, he cried, who’ll start bidding for me? A dollar, a dollar – now who’ll make it two. Two dollars, and who’ll make it three?