He would play for his own hand throughout.

With which reflection he drove into the Kuryong yard.
When he drove up, the family had gathered round the fire in the quaint, old-fashioned, low-ceiled sitting-room; for the evenings were still chilly.

The children were gravely and quietly sharpening terrific-looking knives on small stones; the old lady had some needlework; while Mary and Ellen and Poss and Binjie talked about horses, that being practically the only subject open to the two boys.
After a time Mrs.Gordon said, "Won't you sing something ?" and Mary sat down to the piano and sang to them.

Such singing no one there had ever heard before.

Her deep contralto voice was powerful, flexible, and obviously well-trained; besides which she had the great natural gift of putting "feeling" into her singing.