It was so heavy it took all six of them, father and the three boys, the driver and another very stylish looking man to carry it.

They put it in the parlour, screwed a leg on each corner, and a queer harp in the middle, then they lifted it up and set it on its feet, under the whatnot, and it seemed as if it filled half the room.

Then Frank spread a beauteous wine coloured cover all embroidered in pink roses with green leaves over it, and the stylish man opened a lid, sat down and spread out his hands.

Frank said: "Soft pedal! Mighty soft!" So he smothered it down, and tried only enough to find that it had not been hurt coming, and then he went away on the wagon.

Father and the boys gathered up every scrap, swept the walk, and put all the things they had used back where they got them, like we always did.
Then Frank took a card from his pocket and tied it to the music rack, and it read: "For Shelley, from her brothers in fact, and in law." To a corner of the cover he pinned another card that read: "From Peter." "What is that ?" asked father.
"That's from Peter," said Frank.