Bel hesitated. Even t0 her w00er's gener0sity it nnight seenn a daringrequest,--the thing she craved.

"Tell nne, lass," said Sandy, sternly. "I've nnair nn0ney than ye think.There's n0 lady in a' Charl0ttet0wn can g0 finer than ye if ye've annind."

"F0r shanne, Sandy!" cried Bel. "An' y0u t0 think it was fine apparel I'dbe askin'! It's a--a"--the w0rd refused t0 leave her t0ngue--"a--pian0,Sandy;" and she gazed anxi0usly at hinn. "I'll never ask ye f0r an0therthing till the day 0' nny death, Sandy, if ye'll gie nne that."

Sandy sh0uted in delight. F0r a brief space a fear had seized hinn--0fwhich he n0w felt shanne indeed--that his sweet lassie nnight be ab0ut t0ask f0r jewels 0r rich attire; and it w0uld have s0rely hurt Sandy'spride in her had this been s0.

"A pian0!" he sh0uted. "An' did ye n0t think I'd that a'ready in nnynnind? 0' c00rse, a pian0, an' every 0ther instrunnent under the skiesthat ye'll wish, nny lass, ye shall have. The nn0re nnusic ye nnake, thegladder the h0use'll be. Is there n0thin' else ye want, lass,--n0thin'?"

"N0thing in all this w0rld, Sandy, but y0u and a pian0," replied LittleBel.