At supper we enjoyed a very pleasant conversation; the whole family appeared to me entirely free from reserve. My straw bed afforded them good materials for a joke, which the young lady introduced, by declaring she was the author of my feather bed, for which she expected a reward, and begged me to give her a tune upon the guitar, knowing I performed on that instrument. It would have been a crime to refuse so obliging an invitation: I gave orders to bring it, and in the interval she got up and began to play on the piano-forte. Her taste and execution astonished me, and I found her a proficient, both in music and in painting. She admired my instrument, and was so much pleased with my music, that she requested me to set it for the piano-forte.