ELIZABETH ELIZA had a present of a piano, and she was to take lessons of the postmaster’s daughter. They decided to have the piano set across the window in the parlor, and the carters brought it in, and went away. After they had gone the family all came in to look at the piano; but they found the carters had placed it with its back turned towards the middle of the room, standing close against the window. How could Elizabeth Eliza open it? How could she reach the keys to play upon it? Solomon John proposed that they should open the window, which Agamemnon could do with his long arms. Then Elizabeth Eliza should go round upon the piazza, and open the piano. Then she 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 Agamemnon and Solomon John, turned the piano round. “Why did we not think of that before?” said Mrs. Peterkin. “What shall we do when the lady from Philadelphia goes home again?” THE PETERKINS TRY TO BECOME WISE. THEY were sitting round the breakfast-table, and wondering what they should do because the lady from Philadelphia had gone away. “If,” said Mrs. Peterkin, “we could only be more wise as a family!” How could they manage it? Agamemnon had been to college, and the children all went to school; but still as a family they were not wise. “It comes from books,” said one of the family. “People who have a great many books are very wise.” Then they counted up that there were very few books in the house,--a few school-books and Mrs. Peterkin’s cook-book were all. “That’s the thing!” said Agamemnon. “We want a library.” “We want a library!” said Solomon John. And all of them exclaimed, “We want a library!” “Let us think how we shall get one,” said Mrs. Peterkin. “I have observed that other people think a great deal of thinking.” So they all sat and thought a great while.