Loud Disturbance

My sister had been ill, so I called to see how she was doing. My ten-year-old niece answered the phone. "Hello," she whispered. "Hi, honey. How’s your mother?" I asked. "She’s sleeping," she answered, again in a whisper. "Did she go to the doctor?" "Yes. She got some medicine," my niece said softly. "Well, don’t wake her up. Just tell her I called. What are you doing, by the way?" Again in a soft whisper, she answered, "Practicing my trumpet."