"Oh, how lovely! A piano?"
"Yes—six pianos."
"And you will learn me?"
He shuddered and hesitated.
"Well—I can't say, Mary Ann."
"Why not? Why won't you? You said you would! You learn Rosie."
"I may not be there, you see," he said, trying to put a spice of playfulness into his tones.
"Oh, but you will," she said feverishly. "You will take me there. We will go there instead of where you said—instead of the green waters." Her eyes were wild and witching.
He groaned inwardly.
"I cannot promise you now," he said slowly. "Don't you see that everything is altered?"