Apple grinned. "Aint nobody perfect without practice," he said situating the ukulele into Sylvia's hands. "The strings go G, C, E, A," he said plucking each one in turn. "Go ahead and strum with yer thumb," he said.
"Aint so bad right?" he grinned. "Now try a C-chord. Put yer ring finger between the second and third fret on the A-string," he said situating her finger onto the string. "Now pluck."