And you have a piano, too." She went over to the corner where stood one of those homely instruments which hardly deserve to be dignified by the name piano, with a cheap, gaudily painted case outside and a tin pan effect inside, and which are usually to be found in the poorer class of country boarding houses.

Shirley sat down and ran her fingers over the keys, determined to like everything.
"It's a little old," was her comment, "but I like these zither effects.

It's just like the sixteenth century spinet.

I can see you and mother dancing a stately minuet," she smiled.
"What's that about mother dancing ?" demanded Mrs.Rossmore, who at that instant entered the room.

Shirley arose and appealed to her: "Isn't it absurd, mother, when you come to think of it, that anybody should accuse father of being corrupt and of having forfeited the right to be judge?
Isn't it still more absurd that we should be helpless and dejected and unhappy because we are on Long Island instead of Madison Avenue?
Why should Manhattan Island be a happier spot than Long Island?
Why shouldn't we be happy anywhere; we have each other.