Why should her aunt not choose a piano?
"Don't you like music ?" she asked.
Mrs.Gallilee made a last effort.

"When you see a little more of society, my child, you will know that one _must_ like music.

So again with pictures--one _must_ go to the Royal Academy Exhibition.

So again--" Before she could mention any more social sacrifices, the servant came in with a letter, and stopped her.
Mrs.Gallilee looked at the address.

The weary indifference of her manner changed to vivid interest, the moment she saw the handwriting.
"From the Professor!" she exclaimed.