The Man in the Glass

The auctioneer thought it scarcely worth his while to waste much time on the old violin. What am I bidding good folks? He cried. Who start the bidding for me? A dollar a dollar then two only two two dollars and two make it three three dollars once three dollars twice going for three but no. From the room far back a gray haired man came forward and picked up the bow playing a melody pure and sweet as a caroling angel sings. We do not quite understand what changed its worth Swift came the reply  the touch of the master's hand.