could have her music-stool on the piazza, and play upon the piano
there.

So they tried this; and they all thought it was a very pretty sight to
see Elizabeth Eliza playing on the piano, while she sat on the
piazza, with the honeysuckle vines behind her.

It was very pleasant, too, moonlight evenings. Mr. Peterkin liked
to take a doze on his sofa in the room; but the rest of the family
liked to sit on the piazza.

So did Elizabeth Eliza, only she had to have her back to the moon.

All this did very well through the summer; but, when the fall
came, Mr. Peterkin thought the air was too cold from the open
window, and the family did not want to sit out on the piazza.

Elizabeth Eliza practiced in the mornings with her cloak on; but
she was obliged to give up her music in the evenings the family
shivered so.

One day, when she was talking with the lady from Philadelphia,
she spoke of this trouble.

The lady from Philadelphia looked surprised, and then said, "But
why don't you turn the piano round?"

One of the little boys pertly said, "It is a square piano."

But Elizabeth Eliza went home directly, and, with the help of