"For me!" Beth repeated softly. "I didn't think you meant it."
"Tone production—Exercises," explained Peter, "and here's one on The Lives of the Great Composers. I thought you might be interested in reading it."
"Oh, yes. I am—I will be. Thank you ever so much——"
"Of course you can't do much by yourself just yet—not without a piano—to get the pitch—the key—but I've brought a tuning fork and——"
"But I've got the harmonium——," Beth broke in excitedly. "It's a little out of tune, but——"
"The harmonium!" asked the bewildered Peter. "What's that?"
Beth proudly indicated a piece of furniture made of curly walnut which stood in the corner of the room. There were several books on the top of it—Gospel Tunes—Moody and Sankey, a Methodist Episcopal hymn book, and a glass case containing wax flowers.
"We play it Sundays——," said Beth, "but it ought to help——"
"You play——!" he said in surprise.
"Aunt Tillie and I—oh, just hymns——." She sat, while Peter watched, began pumping vigorously with her feet and presently the instrument emitted a doleful sound. "It has notes anyhow," said Beth with a laugh.