‘I was one of the -boys at that time, and we and the players were to appear at the manor-house as usual that Christmas week, to play and sing in the hall to the ’s people and visitors (among ’em being the archdeacon, Lord and Lady Baxby, and I don’t know who); afterwards going, as we always did, to have a good supper in the servants’ hall.  Andrew knew this was the custom, and meeting us when we were starting to go, he said to us: “Lord, how I should like to join in that meal of beef, and turkey, and plum-pudding, and ale, that you happy ones be going to just now!  One more or less will make no difference to the squire.  I am too old to pass as a singing boy, and too bearded to pass as a singing girl; can ye lend me a , neighbours, that I may come with ye as a bandsman?”  
‘Well, we didn’t like to be hard upon him, and lent him an old one, though Andrew knew no more of music than the Cerne Giant; and armed with the instrument he walked up to the squire’s house with the others of us at the time appointed, and went in boldly, his fiddle under his arm.  He made himself as natural as he could in opening the music-books and moving the candles to the best points for throwing light upon the notes; and all went well till we had played and sung “While shepherds watch,” and “Star, arise,” and “Hark the glad sound.”  Then the squire’s mother, a tall gruff old lady, who was much interested in church-music, said quite unexpectedly to Andrew: “My man, I see you don’t play your instrument with the rest.  How is that?”
 
‘Every one of the choir was ready to sink into the earth with concern at the fix Andrew was in.  We could see that he had fallen into a cold sweat, and how he would get out of it we did not know.
 
‘“I’ve had a misfortune, mem,” he says, bowing as as a child.  “Coming along the road I fell down and broke my bow.”
 
‘“Oh, I am sorry to hear that,” says she.  “Can’t it be mended?”
 
‘“Oh no, mem,” says Andrew.  “’Twas broke all to splinters.”
 
‘“I’ll see what I can do for you,” says she.
 
‘And then it seemed all over, and we played “Rejoice, ye mortals all,” in D and two sharps.  But no sooner had we got through it than she says to Andrew,
 
‘“I’ve sent up into the , where we have some old musical instruments, and found a bow for you.”  And she hands the bow to poor wretched Andrew, who didn’t even know which end to take hold of.  “Now we shall have the ............