Ethie had thought so herself, wishing sometimes that she had a larger instrument, which was better adapted to the present style of music, but she could not bring herself to part with Aunt Barbara's present.

Now, however, the case was different.

Money she must have, and as she scorned to take it from the bank, where her check was always honored, she would sell her piano.

It was hers to do with as she liked, and when Mr.Bailey passed her door at dinner time he was asked to step in and reconsider the matter.

She had changed her mind, she said.