But in the daytime he was usually quiet as a mouse, sitting inside his hole and do ing nothing at all except to wait patiently until it should be dark again, so that he might crawl forth from his hiding place and take up his music where he had left it unfinished the night before. Somehow he always knew exactly where to begin. Although he carried no Sheets of music with him, he never had to Stop and wonder what note to begin on, for the reason that he always fiddled on the same one.