East End (London, England) -- Fiction; London (England) -- Social life and customs -- Fiction
Then, one day, a card appeared in the window, over the shade of fruit,
with the legend "Pianoforte Lessons." It was not approved by the street.
It was a standing advertisement of the fact that the Perkinses had a
piano, which others had not. It also revealed a grasping spirit on the
part of people able to keep a house to themselves, with red curtains
and a shade of fruit in the parlor window; who, moreover, had been able
to give up keeping a school because of ill-health. The pianoforte
lessons were eight-and-sixpence a quarter, two a week. Nobody was ever
known to take them but the relieving officer's daughter, and she paid
sixpence a lesson, to see how she got on, and left off in three weeks.
The card stayed in the window a fortnight longer, and none of the
neighbors saw the cart that came in the night and took away the old
cabinet piano with the channelled keys, that had been fourth-hand when
Perkins bought it twenty years ago. Mrs. Clark, the widow who sewed far
into the night, may possibly have heard a noise and looked; but she said
nothing if she did. There was no card in the window next morning, but
the shade of fruit stood primly respectable as ever. The curtains were
drawn a little closer across, for some of the children playing in the
street were used to flatten their faces against the lower panes, and to
discuss the piano, the stuff-bottomed chairs, the antimacassars, the
mantelpiece ornaments, and the loo table with the family Bible and the
album on it.
It was soon after this that the Perkinses altogether ceased from
shopping--ceased, at any rate, in that neighborhood. Trade with them
had already been dwindling, and it was said that Miss Perkins was
getting stingier than her mother--who had been stingy enough herself.
Indeed, the Perkins demeanor began to change for the worse, to be
significant of a miserly retirement and an offensive alienation from the
rest of the street. One day the deacon called, as was his practice now
and then; but, being invited no further than the doorstep, he went away
in dudgeon, and did not return. Nor, indeed, was Miss Perkins seen again
at chapel.
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