“'It comes off the place,' says I. 'We haven't run in debt the first cent for anything, but we've made the farm more profitable than it ever was before.'
“'That my house?' he repeated wonderingly, as we approached it. 'What sound is that?'
“'That's Lottie practicing her lesson on the piano.'
“'A pianer in my house?' he muttered. 'I can't stand that!' He listened. 'It sounds pooty, though!'
“'Yes, it does sound pretty, and I guess you'll like it How does the place suit you?'
“'It looks pooty.' He started. 'What young lady is that?'
“It was Lottie, who had left her music and stood by the window.
“'My dahter! ye don't say! Dumbed if she a'n't a mighty nice gal.'
“'Yes,' says I; 'she takes after her mother.'
“Just then Susie, who heard talking, ran to the door.