Nan Sherwood's Winter Holidays (Esprios Classics)

"Ta-ra! ta-ra! ta-ra-ra-ra! ta-rat!
Professor Krenner took the silver bugle from his lips while the strain echoed flatly from the opposite, wooded hill. That hill was the Isle of Hope, a small island of a single eminence lying half a mile off the mainland, and not far north of Freeling."