I love to play.

There wasn't any music there, but I don't need music for lots of my pieces.

I know them by heart--only they're all gay and lively, and twinkly-toe dancy.
_Marie_ music.

I don't know a one that would be proper for _Mary_ to play.
But I was just tingling to play _something_, and I remembered that Father was in the observatory, and Aunt Jane upstairs in the other part of the house where she couldn't possibly hear.

So I began to play.