Mrs. Bhaer whispered to her husband : `` Teddy is right : there 's something in the child . '' And Mr. Bhaer nodded his head emphatically , as he clapped Nat on the shoulder , saying , heartily : `` You play well , my son . Come now and play something which we can sing . '' It was the proudest , happiest minute of the poor boy 's life when he was led to the place of honor by the piano , and the lads gathered round , never heeding his poor clothes , but eying him respectfully and waiting eagerly to hear him play again . They chose a song he knew ; and after one or two false starts they got going , and violin , flute , and piano led a chorus of boyish voices that made the old roof ring again . It was too much for Nat , more feeble than he knew ; and as the final shout died away , his face began to work , he dropped the fiddle , and turning to the wall sobbed like a little child . `` My dear , what is it ? '' asked Mrs. Bhaer , who had been singing with all her might , and trying to keep little Rob from beating time with his boots . `` You are all so kind and it 's so beautiful I ca n't help it , '' sobbed Nat , coughing till he was breathless . `` Come with me , dear ; you must go to bed and rest ; you are worn out , and this is too noisy a place for you , '' whispered Mrs. Bhaer ; and took him away to her own parlor , where she let him cry himself quiet . Then she won him to tell her all his troubles , and listened to the little story with tears in her own eyes , though it was not a new one to her . `` My child , you have got a father and a mother now , and this is home . Do n't think of those sad times any more , but get well and happy ; and be sure you shall never suffer again , if we can help it . This place is made for all sorts of boys to have a good time in , and to learn how to help themselves and be useful men , I hope . You shall have as much music as you want , only you must get strong first . Now come up to Nursey and have a bath , and then go to bed , and to-morrow we will lay some nice little plans together . '' Nat held her hand fast in his , but had not a word to say , and let his grateful eyes speak for him , as Mrs. Bhaer led him up to a big room , where they found a stout German woman with a face so round and cheery that it looked like a sort of sun , with the wide frill of her cap for rays . `` This is Nursey Hummel , and she will give you a nice bath , and cut your hair , and make you all ` comfy , ' as Rob says . That 's the bath-room in there ; and on Saturday nights we scrub all the little lads first , and pack them away in bed before the big ones get through singing . Now then , Rob , in with you . ''
As she talked , Mrs. Bhaer had whipped off XXXXX 's clothes and popped him into a long bath-tub in the little room opening into the nursery .
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