THE COUNTRY BOY 



43 



taking music lessons of "Aunty" McMillan. 



She wasn't my aunt — no relation — but she was 



very stout and 



chunky, and 



wore curls with 



a high polish on 



them, and most 



always you call 



that kind 



"Aunty." She 



had gotten so 



stout she could 



n't play the 



difficult pieces 



any more, those 



you reach one 



hand across the 



other to play. 



She just taught 



and told how 



she used to play. 



We paid her in 



fresh milk for <:^ 



the lessons she 



gave me, so that if I failed as a Paderewski, 



Father wouldn't be out ready money. 



