We now noticed wheel tracks, some of them on our lawn and we knew that James had not worked a miracle but that the piano had come to the house by _very_ human agencies. A broken plant showed where a horse’s hoof had toyed with it. Our appearance on the path was the signal for the music to stop and Minerva came to the door perfectly radiant. “It’s come, ma’am. The pianner has come,” said she, her eyes dancing with delight. “Well, who sent it?” said I. James had come out. “Where did the piano come from, James?” “I do’no’, sir,” said he. “I found it here when I come up to the house.” “Why, it come in a wagon,” said Minerva. She looked me in the eye and then she gave one of her chuckles. “Say, Mist. Vernon, didn’ you order it?” “No,” said I. She clapped her hands rapturously. “Then you can thank me for it, Mist. Vernon and we’ll have music when Miss Cherry comes. I half knowed he didn’t mean it for here but I wanted it.” “What do you mean, Minerva? Tell us what happened.” “Why, it was this way. I was moppin’ de kitchen an’ I see a man pass the winder, an’ I thought maybe it was tramps, an’ I clinched the mop an’ got ready to run, an’ a man comes to the back-kitchen door an’ asks where he’s to put the pianner. “‘What pianner?’ says I. ‘Why, the on’y pianner we’ve brought,’ says he, ‘for Mr. Werner.’” “‘Vernon,’ says I. ‘Well, Vernon,’ says he, ‘Where’ll I put it,’ says he, and I says, ‘Right in the parlour,’ and I walked thoo to show him, and he went out to the other man an’ they unstrapped it an’ like to ha’ broke the porch floor gettin’ it in, an’ they set it up an’ unlocked it an’ then they gev me the recippy to sign an’ it was written on it, ‘Mr. H. Werner,’ but I thought as long as the pianner was up an’ you’d like it I wouldn’t tell ’em they’d made a mistake, an’ I signed the recippy an’ they drove off.” I looked at Ethel. “It’s fate,” said she. “Do you know where it came from?” said I to Minerva. “No, sir. From that away.” “Oh, there’s only one place,” spoke up James: “It came from Hill’s in Egerton. He rents ’em.” It was a time when quick thought would be a good thing. “James,” said I, “you go right down to Hill’s and tell him that he sent a piano to me by mistake but that I want to keep it, and that he’d better send another to the Werner’s before they make a kick about it.” “Won’t we have fun when Cherry comes?” said Ethel after the others had gone and we stood looking at the case that had the potentiality of so much pleasure in it. “Minerva is a treasure,” said I.