Rising early to make sure the honeymooners got a special breakfast, Martha headed to the kitchen, but first paused in the entryway. She suddenly turned into the parlor, over to the piano. Sliding the piano bench aside she dropped down onto her knees to look up into the piano casing. "OH, there is a player piano, but. . ." she muttered aloud, "none of the controls move. How in the world did this work last night?" Pulling herself up, she peered over at the portrait, "If I didn't know better Captain, I'd say you had something to do with this!"