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and offered to show the delighted Adam the esoteric mysteries 

 within, and then I found I had failed to ask how to open the 

 little beast. I was much chagrined, for it was a somewhat 

 important item, and we were three miles from the source of 

 wisdom. In the course of a few days I made the journey 

 again, returned and felt myself ready for action. 



I confess to no interest in genealogy, but I am sure if any 

 one took the pains to investigate my lineage, it would be 

 found that I was a near relative of Elizabeth Eliza Peterkin, 

 whose extraordinary density was the delight of my youth. 

 I could now open and close the camera, and my next desire 

 was "to behold this world so wide" through the finder, 

 preparatory to taking pictures. I found the finder, but noth- 

 ing else, for I steadfastly held the open camera with the 

 bellows end towards me, and, direct it as I would, I saw 

 nothing but the back of the camera in the glass. I had sense 

 enough to know that something was wrong, and that the fault 

 was mine, though that was small consolation when I contem- 

 plated another three-mile drive for instruction. 



I was given the same advice offered to Elizabeth Eliza, 

 who was found by the Lady from Philadelphia sitting on a 

 high stool, playing on the piano through the open parlor win- 

 dow. Elizabeth Eliza explained that the expressmen had 

 carelessly set up the piano in the parlor with the keyboard 

 next to the wall, and though she could reach over a big 

 square piano and play at arm's length for a while, she could 

 not do it long. So she had almost decided to give up her 

 music, when it occurred to her to place a high stool outside 

 the open window where she could reach 'through and play 

 quite easily. 



"My dear Eliza," exclaimed the Lady from Philadelphia, 

 "Why don't you turn the piano around?" 



"I never thought to do that," replied Eliza. 



