?Father Mozart had lit his pipe and taken up the newspaper, and at first gave no heed to these earliest experiments of his little son. By and by his wife plucked him by the sleeve, and pointed at Wolfgang: slowly he let the news paper sink at his side, and then the pipe also. More and more joyful grew his look, greater and greater was the astonishment gathering in his face; but he could scarcely trust his ears and eyes when Wolfgang, the little three-years old creature, repeated faultlessly with his bits of fingers the simple exercise which had been given to his sister...?