How strange and audacious they sounded in the silence of the lonely room! Terry glanced over her shoulder at the pictures, and saw a long-faced man in a pointed collar looking at her severely.
"Oh, how can I ?" she exclaimed, dropping her hands into her lap.

"How can I if he goes on like that ?" She tried again, however, and this time succeeded in running a five-finger exercise once up and once down.
"I forget how to do it, my fingers are all on the wrong notes.

Miss Goodchild says I have a taste for music.

How can I have when I hate a piano?
I love beautiful sounds when I hear them, but these are not beautiful sounds.

I can't make anything but a dismal noise.