"You're changed," she said at last. "You're a man now. But your eyes are the same."
"How's dad?" he asked.
She withdrew from his arms and turned away.
"He's an old man now, Ernie," she said.... "He's not what he was.... I don't rightly know what to make of him.... He goes to Meeting now." She was puzzled and pathetic.
"Has he turned Quaker?" asked Ernie.
"He says not."
Just then quiet music sounded from the study.
"Is that dad?" asked Ernie, amazed.
His mother nodded.
"One of them new-fangled machines. Pianolas, don't they call em? I give him one for his birthday."