Miles Franklin,
My Brilliant Career — Chapter XXVIII
(1901)
“ I closed it with a feeling of such keen disappointment that I had difficulty in suppressing tears."Won't it play?" inquired Mr M'Swat."No; the keys stay down.""Then, Rose Jane, go ye an' pick 'em up while she tries again."I tried again, Rose Jane fishing up the keys as I went along. I perceived instantly that not one had the least ear for music or idea what it was; so I beat on the demented piano with both hands, and often with all fingers at once, and the bigger row I made the better they liked it. ”
