Still, it can't be that, for this is the first day I've worn it.

But, as I said, I feel Maryish already.
I haven't dared to touch the piano since that night a week ago, only once when Aunt Jane was at a missionary meeting, and I knew Father was over to the college.

But didn't I have a good time then?
I just guess I did! Aunt Jane doesn't care for music.

Besides, it's noisy, she says, and would be likely to disturb Father.

So I'm not to keep on with my music lessons here.