As soon as father had bought it she astonished us by a persistent fingering of the keys, which produced a feeble melody.
She soon played all the airs she had heard.

When I saw what she could do, I refused to take music lessons, for while I was trying to learn "The White Cockade," she pushed me away, played it, and made variations upon it.

I pounded the keys with my fist, by way of a farewell, and told her she should have the piano for her own..