The Piano1993

Stewart:
What would you think if someone played a kitchen table like it were a piano?

Aunt Morag:
Like it were a piano?

Stewart:
It's strange isn't it? I mean it's not a piano, it doesn't make any sound.

Aunt Morag:
No, no sound.

Stewart:
I knew she was mute, but now I'm thinking it's more than that. I'm wondering if she's not brain affected.

Aunt Morag:
No sound at all?

Stewart:
No, it was a table.

Aunt Morag:
Well, she was very violent with the gown. She tore off a chunk of lace. If I hadn't been there I'd have sworn she'd used her teeth and wiped her feet on it.

Stewart:
Well it has not yet come to anything. Just a concern.

Aunt Morag:
Oh, yes, yes of course, a concern.

Stewart:
There is something to be said for silence.

Aunt Morag:
Oh indeed.

Stewart:
And with time she will, I'm sure, become affectionate.

Aunt Morag:
Certainly, there is nothing so easy to like as a pet and they are quite silent.