When they had made all the preparations the father and mother were invited to take tea with their married daughter, who lived in another part of the town and had been let into the secret.
The piano was duly removed and placed in an upper room called the "hall," where Mr.Mitchell kept the chronometers, where the family sewing was done, and where the larger part of the books were kept,--a beautiful room, overlooking "the square," and a great gathering-place for all their young friends.

When the piano was put in place, the sisters awaited the coming of the parents.

Maria stationed herself at the foot of the stairs, ready to meet them as they entered the front door; another, half-way between, was to give the signal to a third, who was seated at the piano.

The footsteps were heard at the door, the signal was given; a lively tune was started, and Maria confronted the parents as they entered.
"What's that ?" was the exclamation.
"Well," said Maria, soothingly, "we've had the piano brought over." "Why, of all things!" exclaimed the mother.
The father laid down his hat, walked immediately upstairs, entered the hall, and said, "Come, daughter, play something lively!" So that was all.
But that was not all for Mr.Mitchell; he had broken the rules accepted by the Friends, and it was necessary for some notice to be taken of it, so a dear old Friend and neighbor came to deal with him.

Now, to be "under dealings," as it is called, was a very serious matter,--to be spoken of only under the breath, in a half whisper.
"I hear that thee has a piano in thy house," said the old Friend.
"Yes, my daughters have," was the reply.
"But it is in thy house," pursued the Friend.
"Yes; but my home is my children's home as well as mine," said Mr.
Mitchell, "and I propose that they shall not be obliged to go away from home for their pleasures.