Hibbs house and a little wharf down on the shore.

I don't know whether it was the moonlight or the coffee; but I didn't
feel any more like bed than I did like breakfast. Pretty soon I hears
Merry come tiptoein' in and open his door, which was next to mine. I
was goin' to hail him and give him a little josh about disposin' of the
sisters so quick; but I didn't hear him stirrin' around any more until
a few minutes later, when it sounds as if he'd tiptoed downstairs
again. But I wasn't sure. Nothin' doin' for some time after that.
And you know how quiet the country can be on a still, moonshiny night.

I was gettin' dopy from it, and was startin' to shed my collar and tie,
when off from a distance, somewhere out in the night, music breaks
loose. I couldn't tell whether it was a cornet or a trombone; but it's
something like that. Seems to come from down along the waterfront.
And, say, it sounds kind of weird, hearin' it at night that way. Took
me sometime to place the tune; but I fin'lly makes it out as that good
old mush favorite, "O Promise Me." It was bein' well done too, with
long quavers on the high notes and the low ones comin' out round and
deep. Honest, that was some playin'. I was wide awake once more,
leanin' out over the sill and takin' it all in, when a window on the
floor below goes up and out bobs a white head. It's Aunty. She looks
up and spots me too.

"Quite some concert, eh?" says I.

"Is that you, young man?" says she.

"Uh-huh," says I. "Just takin' in the music."