Why, cert'nly.

Why not?
When would you play if it wa'n't in the evenin'?
David sleeps over the wing.

Do you hear him snore ?" "Hardly ever," replied John, smiling.

"That is to say, not very much--just enough sometimes to know that he is asleep." "Wa'al," she said decidedly, "if he's fur enough off so 't you can't hear _him_, I guess he won't hear _you_ much, an' he sure won't hear you after he gits to sleep." So the piano came, and was a great comfort and resource.

Indeed, before long it became the regular order of things for David and his sister to spend an hour or so on Sunday evenings listening to his music and their own as well--that is, the music of their choice--which latter was mostly to be found in "Carmina Sacra" and "Moody and Sankey"; and Aunt Polly's heart was glad indeed when she and John together made concord of sweet sounds in some familiar hymn tune, to the great edification of Mr.
Harum, whose admiration was unbounded.
* * * * * "Did I tell you," said David to Dick Larrabee, "what happened the last time me an' John went ridin' together ?" "Not's I remember on," replied Dick.
"Wa'al, we've rode together quite a consid'able," said Mr.Harum, "but I hadn't never said anythin' to him about takin' a turn at the lines.