"Max said so," chimed in the other. "We've guessed, mother dear."
"It's a piano."
"And—and a stool."
"He said it'ud make a noise; and was covered with plush."
"O, dear children, surely papa wouldn't buy you a piano. He can not afford it," and two kind hands were stretched out to the children.
"Oh, yes it is," the two cried hopefully.
"You know, mamma, papa's always promised us a surprise, and he's never done it yet!" Hannah cried, and laid her round cheek against the delicate, pale face.