ABSTRACT
Again in the neighborhood of Gramercy Park, but many years before the events already recorded, an old German musician peeked through the open window of a basement room to see who was playing the piano. He saw a little girl, so small that false pedals had been arranged for her feet. He listened again, examined the front door of the house, and found that it was a girl's boarding school. The younger was a very tiny boy, so little his feet stuck straight out in front of him as he sat. This was the author's brother, Courtlandt Palmer Jr. He would watch his mother's hands very attentively as she played, and, when she got up, he would take her place, and play from memory what she had been playing.
