Donald thought her playing was quite lovely, as its effect upon the children showed.  The wee tykes were dancing and spinning around her.  There was something lovely and hypnotic about her playing.  Without realizing it, he felt his feet wanting to dance, though his tired body was not willing to do so.<br/><br/>Finally, he settled for sitting down next to her on the bench and watching the children.  As the children danced about and played, and Branween piped, he quite forgot his oh so serious task.  Soon he was nodding with the music and then just nodding.  Before he knew it, his head was on his chest and he was quite asleep.