Oscar rolled his eyes. " Well, Milly must have got on pretty good if she's got past the organ. I know plenty of grown folks that ain't, " he said bluntly.
Milly was fifteen, fat and jolly and pompadoured, with a creamy complexion, square white teeth, and a short upper lip. She looked like her grandmother Bergson, and had her comfortable and comfort-loving nature.
I'll tell you when I first thought I would like to give you a piano, Milly, and that was when you learned that book of old Swedish songs that your grandfather used to sing.