I--I'm afraid I got stuffy.

I hated that piano so! But I was almost ready to give in when--when Aunt Ella died." "And all you play then is just by ear ?" "By--ear?
I suppose so--if you mean what I hear.

Easy things I can play quick, but--but those chords ARE hard; they skip around so!" Cyril smiled oddly.
"I should say so," he agreed.

"But perhaps there is something else that I play--that you like.

Is there ?" "Oh, yes.