Joe [laughing]. Oh, just as you say. [Looking at the book on his knee.] What is this big book?
Lydia. Music.
Joe [opening the book]. Why, it has your name in it.
Lydia. It is my book.
Joe [in surprise]. Did you ever play the piano?
Lydia [turning aside]. Yes.
Joe [his face lighting up]. Play something now, please.
Lydia. That piano has been locked for fifteen years.
Joe. Ever since mother died and you and I came here to live?
Lydia. Yes. Haven't you ever wondered why it was never open?