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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?” 
“T never thought to do that,” replied Eliza. 
