"Name them," was promptly answered by the husband, into whose face the sunshine had already come back.
"One is, that you are not to be angry with me for any thing that I have done to-day."
"What have you done?"
And Brainard glanced around the room with an awakened suspicion.
"I want your promise first."
"You have it."
"But mind you, I am in earnest," said Anna.
"So am I. Now make your confession."
"I sold the piano."
"What?"