At first the professor scowled with concern. But then he said, "That's all right. Run to my house. Tell my wife to give you one of my shirts." Mrs. Esputa quickly fetched one of her husband's white shirts.

The shirt was so large that Philip was almost lost in it. Hastily Mrs. Esputa found a box of pins. In a twinkling, her nimble fingers pinned enough tucks in the shirt to make it fit Philip.

Philip started to play. At first his right arm moved back and forth slowly, then more swiftly. Before long the pins that were holding his collar pulled out.

Philip forgot what he was playing and stopped completely. The disaster so upset him that he rushed off the stage and sulked in a dark corner.

Philip was about to slink out when a booming voice behind him scoffed, "Well, Philip, you made a nice mess of it." Philip turned and found himself face to face with his glowering teacher.