Miss Farr stood before her little troop and beat time as they plodded on as best they could. At first she ignored errant toots from the back. These often littered her girls’ efforts, but as the piece ended a trumpet lifted, braying and defiant. Gleeful, Lizzy’s dirty tempo surged into the silence.
Miss Farr wailed, “No! The Saints have arrived. Halt!”
Lizzy’s lips pressed against her mouthpiece and blew.