That was the only thing Aunt Ella and I didn't think alike about.
She had an old square piano, all tin-panny and thin, you know.

I played some on it, and wanted to take lessons; but I didn't want to practise on that.

I wanted a new one.

That's what she wouldn't do--get me a new piano, or let me do it.

She said SHE practised on that piano, and that it was quite good enough for me, especially to learn on.