Taking no more notice of her than if she had been a fly, Mr.Laurence talked on about Laurie's lessons and teachers.

And presently, as if the idea had just occurred to him, he said to Mrs.March...
"The boy neglects his music now, and I'm glad of it, for he was getting too fond of it.

But the piano suffers for want of use.

Wouldn't some of your girls like to run over, and practice on it now and then, just to keep it in tune, you know, ma'am ?" Beth took a step forward, and pressed her hands tightly together to keep from clapping them, for this was an irresistible temptation, and the thought of practicing on that splendid instrument quite took her breath away.

Before Mrs.March could reply, Mr.Laurence went on with an odd little nod and smile...
"They needn't see or speak to anyone, but run in at any time.