"And one and two and three and no, no, no, Master Wooster. You must keep a steady beat." Miss Violet started counting again. This piano playing business was rotten stuff. There were all sorts of rules and regulations to follow.
I don't know how Father enjoyed himself doing it. She wanted me to repeat the most bizarre phrases, too, saying they'd help me learn piano. I cannot see how knowing every good boy deserves favour would help me.
I had been playing scales for twenty minutes now. Same as yesterday, and the day before, and most likely tomorrow. I will say this for Miss Violet: She was certainly dependable.