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When the program was over Moses noticed enviously that Betty was so close to the orchestra that her ear was almost in the trombone. “All over the house does she put them?” the child asked after she had snipped a fragrant heap. The captivating music of Grieg’s “Butterfly” floated through the room and Moses watched the white supple fingers of the player with breathless eagerness. “Yeh,” scoffed Moses, “this here turnin’ machines every Monday makes me sick. I aint got no liver left to be cheerful.”.