Occasionally, as she remembered the
beautiful rosewood piano standing useless and untouched in the
parlors of Rose Hill, something whispered her to wait "and it
would yet be hers." But this did not satisfy her present desire,
for aside from the sweet sounds, with which she hoped to entrance
Mr. Hastings, was the wish to make him think them much wealthier
than they were. From one or two circumstances, she had gathered
the impression that he thought them poor, and, judging him by
herself, she fancied her chances for becoming Mrs. Hastings 2d,
would be greatly increased if by any means he could be made to
believe her comparatively rich. As one means of effecting this,
she must and would have a new piano, costing not less than four
hundred dollars. But how to procure the money was the question;
the remittance from Uncle Nat, which had come on the first day of
January, was already half gone, and she could not, as she had once
done before, make Dora's _head_ keep her out of the difficulty.
At last, a new idea suggested itself, and springing to her
feet she exclaimed aloud, for she was alone, "I have it; strange
I didn't think of that before.
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