in
another."

I put in "The Lost Chord" and "The Old Folks at Home," and both were
complete failures--a mere jumble of notes, with no tune in them at all.
I confess that this exasperated me.

"You see what you've done?" I said. "You've fooled away a shilling.
Nothing is more idiotic than to buy a thing without trying it first."

"Why didn't you say that before, then?" said Eliza. "I don't believe
there's anything really wrong with it--just some little thing that's
got out of order, and can be put right again."

"Wrong! Why, it's wrong all through. Not one scrap of any of the tunes
comes out right. I shall take it back to Lady Sandlingbury at once."

"Oh, don't do that!"

But my mind was made up, and I went back to the bazaar, and up to Lady
Sandlingbury's stall. Eliza wouldn't come with me.

"I beg your ladyship's pardon," I said, "but your ladyship supplied me
with this orchestrome, and your ladyship will have to take it back
again."

"Dear me! what's all the trouble?"

I started the instrument, and let her hear for herself. She smiled, and
turned to another lady who was helping her. The other lady was young,
and very pretty, but with a scornful kind of amused expression, and a
drawling way of speaking--both of which I disliked extremely.

"Edith," said Lady Sandlingbury, "here's this angry gentleman going to
put us both in prison for selling him a bad orchestrome. He says it
won't work."

"Doesn't matter, does it?" said the other lady. "I mean to say, as long
as it will play, you know." At this rather stupid remark they both
laughed, without so much as looking at me.

"I don't want to make myself in any way unpleasant, your ladyship," I
said; "but this instrument was offered for raffle as being worth five
pounds, and it's not worth five shillings."

"Come, now," said Lady Sandlingbury, "I will give you five shillings
for it. There you are! Now you can be happy, and go and spend your
money." I thanked her. She took the orchestrome and started it, and it
played magnificently. Nothing could have been more perfect. "These
things do better," she said, "when you don't put the tunes in wrong end
first, so that the instrument plays them backwards."

"I think your ladyship might have told me that before," I said.

"Oh! you were so angry, and you didn't ask me. Edith, dear, do go and
be civil to some people, and make them take tickets for another
raffle."

"I call this sharp practice," I said, "if not worse