That little old piano

January 24, 2010 6:25 am admin Arts

 She cast about notes of admiration all over the new house, extolling every article of furniture that the house contained, only taking away her pictures and her piano–that little old piano which had now passed into a plaintive jingling old age, but which she loved for reasons of her own. Her servility and fulsome compliments when Emmy was in antique piano sale prosperity were not more to that lady’s liking. She never liked to come back to the house after she had left it, or to face the landlady who had tyrannized over her when ill-humoured and unpaid, or when pleased had treated her with a coarse familiarity scarcely less odious.